UC-NRLF 


Published  by  OLIVER  DITSON  k  CO.,  Boston. 

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Copyright  1879,  by  Oliver  Ditson  &  Co. 


1 


ARGUMENT. 


nt.f.^  ^^^  *"^  7^^  youthful  lieutenant  of  a 
Circassian  regiment  in  the  Russian  a/my,  named 
yiYl.m.rSamoiJoff,wbilemasqueradingingirl"S 
u.Hler  he  name  of  Fatinitza,  is  met  by  a  roiUh  old 
fenZ  ■  ^r'''  ^'r.^'y  Kantchukoff,  who  falTs\io 
e?f  from  t?'  T?^  ^'™-  ^^^^™''-  extricates  him- 
Li;/  T  ^^'^  dilemma,  and  afterwards,  in  Odessa 
meets  the  general's  niece,  the  Princess  LydLalma: 
umia,  whom  he  knows  only  as  Lydia;  and  he  tTo 
form  a  romantic  attachment.     Hearin-  of  tS  the 

ou  S"tfo    Jh^^n^^'"""-"  officer  trai"fe?rei^S  the 
-    outposts  ot  the  Russian  army  on  the  Danube. 

RuVtH.,?i''"'\f?"''  "^^^^  ^  ^"^^'^^  in  <^amp  before 
Kustchuk.    After  some  characteristic  military  scenes 

fo"r"Li,ra"t  \'"""''-  '''''  ''''  sto^y  oTfifs'tv^ 
c^Lt  I  '/v.  ^""^^'^'^n  newspaper  special  corre- 
e?e  vbodv  tn'^Z  ^^.^^^^'>\«  good  genfus  of  about 
everjoody  in   the   piece,  is  brought  on  by  the  Cos- 

oM  ?r?lnW?.r''  recognized  by  Vladimir  as"^ an 
om  inend.  To  relieve  the  eniiui  of  camn-life  he 
proposes  that  they  have  some  private  theatr  ells  _ a 
suggestion  which  is  hailed  with  ddic^ht  vtadimir 
agrees  to  play  the  "  leading  lady ;  ''ami   while  aHUe 

Kanlchukoff  arrives  unexpectedly.  He  pounces  unon 
Julian,  who  escapes  by  showing  his  pasZrts  and 
quite  gets  the  better  of  the  old  g^jnerauTlKrofes 

aSr'rrat  h'rtnd"^^^'™'^  ^-^^'J  comes^onln' pea"- 
aiugnis  attue,  and  is  recognized  by  the  general  as 
his  farst  and  only  love,  Fatinitza.  Then  come  the 
cadets   soldiers,  and  officers,  disguised  in  all  Cts  of 

fe'r'r  -a'f  of^H.'  ''  ""  f  ^^^  altonishment  and  in- 
lense  lage  of  the  genera],  who  is,  however  concil- 
ated  by  the  .pretended  Fatinitza,  who  coaxes  hhn  o 
e  the  offenders  go.  Glad  to  be  lei^Z'ew  h  h  s 
ove,  the  general  orders  them  off  to  drill-  but  h  s 
re'an-v'^o/hl-f  ""^^"l  \''''  announc'emeSt'^o 

eral  commends  Fatinitza  to  the  princess,  and  foes 


Ihe  second  act  shows  us  the  harem  of  the  reform 
tress-  and  tW  "'  '^"  ^'^^^^^'^or  of  the  Turkish  for 
tress    and  there  are  some  comical  scenes  with   hu 

he  IS  about  to  add  Lydia  to  their  number  muclfo 
Ser'Jnt Sernan??  ^""^^  '^"^'-'  wTtMl'ie  Rut\an 
Smfves  tK"'t!''-^""^-V.?*'  ^«^t^^  rel^'-'^se  of  the 
captives.  Ihe  Pasha  is  willing  to  give  up  Fatinit7a 
but  refuses  to  part  with  Lydia.  Steiiann  /s  rtp' 
spatched  to  carry  the  Pasha's%erms  o  ?he  Vneral" 
Zlt-  'T^"-^*  "^•^f^age  from  Julian  telling  low^ie  cnn 
surpr  se  the  Turks  with  his  army;  Julian  havin-nh 
tau.ed  the  knowledge  from  Vladimir,  whS,  ^n  a  pfevi' 
ous  scene,  has  declared  his  identity  to  Lydia  and  ako 
to  the  four  wives,  whom  he  persuades  to  abet  their 
escape.  Julian  is  left  as  the  |uest  of  the  Pasha  and 
the  two  have  a  very  jolly  time  together.  A  "  KaJa 
gois,"  or  Turkish  shadow-pantomime,  isgotfenun  fo; 

nlo'nl'ff '""'""S^^  "^«  strangers;  but  iUsgve?  an 
unlooked-for  conclusion  by  the  arrival  of  thrHus- 
sians,  who  come  to  rescue  their  friends. 

Ihe  third  act  takes  place  in  the  general's  summer- 

hfs  hnf  S  ^^  "*  "'^•"'^^  r ''  ^"PPJed  old  friend  of 
bis,  but  Juhan  arrives  with  Vladimir,  and  throu-h 
the  ingenuity  of  the  former,  matters  are  mocTthed 
over:  and  the  general,  who  finds  in  the  S  itza 
whose  coming  he  has  been  impatientl?  expeS 
nothing  but  a  veiled  negress  bearin-  that  na mo   if 

StV.?''T  'Y  ^^^  ''^'  Fatinitza  has  died  of™g'?ie 
at  her  separation  from  him,  and  so  he  consents  to  thfl 
union  of  her  brother  Vladimir,  whom  "he  comm  ta 
to  his  care  m  a  parting  letter,  with  his  niece 


CHARACTERS    OF    THE    OPERA. 


Count  Timofey  Gavrilovitch  Kantchukoff, 
Jtussian  General.  '^^"'f, 

ParNCF^s  Lydia  Lmanovna,  his  Niece 

RustcZtc'   ^'''''"""''  ^-^'^^  ^"'•^'^■*-^  F'^rtress  at 

Captain  Vasil  Staravieff. 

Lieutenant  Osipp  Safonoff. 

IVAN, 
NlKIPIIAR, 

Fedou, 

DiMITRI, 

Wasili, 

MlCHALOFF, 

Casimir, 
Gregor, 


■  Cadets. 


Steipann,  Sergeant. 

Vladimir  Samoiloff,  Lieutenant  of  a  Circassian 

Lavalry  Regiment. 
Julian  Hardy,  5;,.c/a/  War  Correspondent  n-- tU 

''New- York  Herald. " 

■NuRstDAn,''^  ^''"^''''f^  Srjuado/Bashi-Baz^^ks. 

ZULEIKA, 

Dion A, 

Besika,        j 

MusTAPHA,  Guardian  of  the  Haretiu 

VuiKA,  a  Bulgarian. 

Hanna,  his  Wife- 

A  Cossack. 

A  AliLiTARY  Cook. 


Izzei  Pasha's  Wives. 


THE   ABDUCTION   OF   FATINITZA    BY   THE   TURKS. 
(patent  applied  foe.) 


FATINITZA. 


nL5o 


ACT  FIRST. 

AT  THE    OUTPOSTS. 

In  tha  Rcssian  camp  on  the  Lower  Danube.    Winter 

INTRODUCTION. 

Guard  {pn  the  right). 
Who  goes  there  ?    Attention,  all ! 

Guard  {in  left  iving). 
Who  goes  there  ?    Attention,  aU ! 
Steipann. 
Get  up!    Ho,  there!   ye  lazy  knaves. 
Already  day  is  here— hurry  up  ! 
The  drum  to  wake  is  beating— 
To  wake,  the  trumpet  calls ! 
Up,  ye  cowards !  where's  your  hearing  ? 
Form  in  steady  martial  bearing. 
Up  be  going- 
Late  'tis  growing ;  — 
How  much  more  noise 
Must  I  devise 
To  make  you  rise  ? 
When  in  robes  of  white  earth  lies  before  me, 
Bright  with  frost  and  snow,  delight  comes  o'er  me ! 
Then,  in  icy  fetters  though  she's  bound, 
Russia  stands,  a  queen,  with  splendor  crowned. 
Shivering  with  the  cold— Brrrrrr— 
When  the  whist'ling  winds  I  hear, 
Blow  as  if  to  split  the  ear— 
Ten  thousand  bombs  !  ah,  what  delight ! 
No  Russian  is  he,  who  feels  it  not  aright 
Those  cadets— deuce  take  them !  sleeping— 
From  their  beds  they're  not  yet  creeping ; 
Heard  they  not  the  call  that  sounded  ? 

(////  by  a  snowball.) 
But  what  is  this  ?    I  am  confounded. 

(Cadets  steal  on  to  the  stage,  and  bombard  Ste- 
ipann with  snowballs.) 


Steipann. 
To  great  a  liberty  it  is 
To  allow  such  a  row- 
No,  'twould  to  duty  be  remiss. 
There,  enough  !    Come,  be  quiet  I 
No ;  I,  forsooth,  will  not  submit 
Leave  me  alone  ;   I  yield  me  now — 
One  against  you  all. 
I  yield  and  to  your  valor  bow. 
However  nice. 

It  seems  to  me  this  may  suffice. 
Hold  up  !  hold  up  ! 
It  seems  to  me  that  this  must  stop— 
This  now  must  stop,  I  say ; 
Or  else,  in  truth,  there'll  something  be  to  pay. 
If  one  alone  in  hand  should  be. 
He  will  have  work  to  do  with  me. 

Cadets. 
Ha,  ha,  ha !  Be  on  your  guard ;  come  on ! 
Now,  bravely— piff,  paff !  —he's  yielding! 
Piff,  paff !— He  can  resist  us  not  much  more. 
Hurrah  !     Come  onward— piff,  paff  1 
Still  on  he  goes  in  speedy  flight; 
For  pity  asks  the  coward  wight ! 
Ha,  ha,  ha,  ha  !  he  yields— all  right  I 
Ha,  ha,  ha,  ha  !  what  valor  bright  1 

We've  hurried  him. 

And  worried  him     Hurrah! 

When  in  robes  of  white,  &c.,  &c 

(Steipann  runs  off.) 
All  Cadets. 
Ha,  ha,  ha  I    Hurrah! 

OsiPP. 
Hey,  there,  you  rogues  ! 
Ivan. 
The  lieutenant !    Good  morning,  lieutenant 

All. 
Good  morning ! 

OsiPP. 
Good  morning !    You  are  no  longer  in  the  acade- 
my  youngsters.    Here,  in  the  great  military  school 
before  the  enemy,  you  must  leave  off  your  boy- 
ish  pranks. 


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FATINITZA. 


Iv.4N. 


Beg  pardon,  lieutenant.  We  were  only  having  a 
Little  fun. 

OsiPP  {pleasantly). 
Well,  I  can't  blame  you.     There  is  really  little 
fun  to  be  had  here  in  the   outposts    before  Rust- 
schuk,  looking  out  for  these  devilish  Turks. 
Ivan. 
Nothing  to  eat  at  that ! 

Feodor. 
Nothing  to  drink  ! 

NiKIPHAR. 

No  balls  ! 

Wasili. 
No  theatres ! 

DiMlTRl  {the  youngest  of  alt). 
No  women ! 

OSIPP. 
Women  !  Why,  Dimitri !  You  must  be  thinking 
of  your  nurse,  you  little  fragment   of   a  soldier ! 
{All  latigh^ 
Dimitri. 
Oho  !     The  grand  Duke  is  here  on  the  Danube 
with  forty-five    thousand   men.     If    I  were  not  a 
whole  man,  then   you  would   say  forty-four  thou- 
sand nine  hundred  and  ninety-nine  and  a  half  men ; 
ergo  I  am  a  whole  man.     {All  laugh.) 
Osipp. 
So,  you  whole  man,  reach  us  your  brandy-flask ; 
mine  is  empty. 

DiMITRI. 
Mine  too !     {Music.) 

Ivan. 
Jast  in  time  !  Here  comes  a  sutler! 
( 7'^yf'^^  eotnmotion.) 
All. 
A  sutler!     Bravo!      {The  soldiers  in  the  back- 
ground titter  cries  of  Joy,  and  rush  to  meet  Vuika 
•who  enters  R.) 

{Entrance  of  sutlers.  Vuika  driving  a  dog-sled 
loaded  with  casks  of  liqjior,  baskets  and  other  sut- 
ler's wares.  He  7-epeats  his  call  on  entering.  His 
wife  shoves  the  sled  from  bchifid.  Both  have 
characteristic  make-ups,  gypsy-like  costumes,  feet 
wrapped  in  strips  of  cloth  j  ragged,  a?id  very  ser- 
vile in  manner.) 

Vuika. 
Whiskey  here — who  wants  to  buy  } 
Health  and  strength  it  will  supply. 
{Soldiers  surround  the  sled  tumultuously  j  hold 
out  their  canteens.    The  woman  serves  them.  Mu- 
sic stops.) 

Osipp. 
Well,  now,  what  are  the  Turks  doing  over  there  ? 

Vuika. 
Me   not  know!     Me   not  know,  Gospod  {cun- 
ningly).    But,  yes  !     Yesterday  did  the  Turks  try 
to  come  over  the  frozen   Danube,  and — hahaha ! 
ice  break ! 

Osipp. 
So,  if  the  ice   had   not  been  weak,  we  should 
have  had  a  surprise. 

Vuika  {shrugs  shoulders.) 
surprise,  Gospod,  ah !  Moslem  no  courage,  and 
only  lour  hundred  man. 

Dimitri  {murmurs). 

So!  just  double  tiie  strength  of  our  pickets  ! 

Vuika  {aside).    Just  what  I  wanted  to  know  . 

Capt.  Vasil. 

Dimitii  Fedorowich! 


The  Others 

{Salute  in  unison.)    Good  mom 


The  captain 
ing,  captain. 

Vasil. 
Good   morning!     {To   Dimitri.)    Three   days' 
barrack  arrest  for  talking  too  mucli. 
Dimitri. 
Captain  ! 

Vasil. 
Not  a  word  more !   Right  about— march  !     And 
this  scoundrel  of  agypsy^nay  go  home  to  the  devil ! 
Vuika. 
O  Gospod  !  mercy — 

Vasil. 
Away  with  him!     {To  the  soldiers.)     Have  you 
paid  the  woman  ? 

All. 
Yes,  captain. 

Vasil. 
So  then — bastaf 

Osipp. 
Twenty  degrees  below  zero  last  night ! 
Vasil  {gapijig).  It  is  devilish  slow  out  here  ! 
Osipp.     That  is  true  ! 
Steipaxn  {Comes  forward). 
Oh,  I  smell  wutky ! 

Ivan  {offers  his  flask). 
Here,  old  Cartridge  Case,  have  a  drink. 

The  Others  {offering  their  canteens.) 
Drink !    drink ! 

Steipann. 
Slowly!  slowly!     Each  man  in  his  turn;  order 
must  be  maintained.     {Drinks  from  each  canteen. 
Vasil  {itt  the  mcnnwhile  at  cards).    Ivan  ! 
Ivan  {salutes).     Captain ! 
Vasil. 
How  about  breakfast  1    WIio  is  the  officer  of 
the  day  ? 

IvAN(z'«  ttndertojie).    Officer  of  the  day? 

Fedor  {in  undertone).     Lieut.  Vladimir. 

IVAN  {aloud).     Lieut.  Vladimir. 

Vasil  {contimdng  his  game). 

Where  in  the  devil  is  he? 

Fedor  {undertone  to  Ivan).     In  bed  ! 
Ivan. 
In  bed  ?     We'll  soon  wake  him  !     Our  morning 
serenade  at  the  academy  ! 

Chorus  of  Cadets. 
Still  snoring,  still  asleep  he's  lying — 

Tschin  ta,  ta,  ra,  ta  ! 
Wake  up  !  tis  late — the  hours  are  flying ! 

Tschin  ta,  ta,  ra,  ta! 
Ope  wide  your  eyes  to  day's  bright  beams, 
And  stop  your  snoring,  and  your  dreams. 
(Vladimir  enters  from   barracks,  and  sha'hes 
hands  with  his  comrades!) 

DREAM    SONG. 
Vladimir. 
Why,  ah  why  did  you  thus  wake  me  ? 
And  from  me  rend  such  a  sweet  enchanting  dream  I 
Cadets. 
That  is  fine — fine,  indeed  ! 
Vladimir. 
From  my  heart  'twill  ne'er  depart, 
For  it  was  a  dream  of  love  ! 
Yes,  a  dream  that  fancy  wove — 

Cadets. 
Of  a  wife  fair  and  mild  ? 
Go  on,  go  on,  in  lender  style — 
Describe  your  charming  dream  meanwhile. 


FATTNITZA. 

STILL  SNORING,  &c 


Alleqro  marcato. 


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FATINITZA. 


Vladimir. 

Charms,  that  visions  thus  unfold, 

I  may  never  more  behold  ! 

Her  to  the  air  around  me, 

My  lip  dares  not  yet  name  ; 

But  she  whose  charms  have  bound  me. 

To  me  in  visions  came. 

Sang  she  tliere  with  voice  enchanting, 

That  caused  my  heart  to  move. 

And  throb  with  burning  love, 

Beneath  her  glances  haunting. 

She  filled  a  cup  with  sparkling  wine, 

And  gave  me  with  a  look  divine  ; 

With  ardent  passion  burning, 

My  lip  approached  it  yearning. 

Alas  !  O  fortune  capricious  ! 

That  moment  delicious 

Was  lost  with  the  dream  ! 
O  hapless  fate  !    O  hapless  fate  ! 
It  vanished  and  fled  with  the  dream! 
Cadets. 
What  pity  !     It  fled  with  the  dream  1 

Vladimir. 

0  vision  !  the  face  so  beaming. 
Where  pride  and  softness  met, 

A  smile  did  send  me  ;  seeming 
Love's  message,  "  Ne'er  forget !  " 

1  felt  the  trembling  pressure 

Of  her  soft  hand  in  mine — 
Her  breathing  soft  and  fine, 
I  heard  in  fitful  measure. 

Our  lips,  one  sole  desire  alights, 
Our/hearts  one  single  vow  unites ; 
The  witchery  of  her  glances 
A  langor  soft  enhances. 
Alas  !  O  fortune  capricious,  etc. 

Cadets. 
What  pity !     It  fled  with  the  dream. 
Vasil. 
{After  finishing  the  game,  cornes  forward  with 
OsiPP.    Vladimir  salutes.    Vaisl  salutes)    You 
ttave  been  dreaming,  Vladimir? 
Vladimir. 
Yes.    {A  very  deep  sigh.)    Ah  !  !  ! 

Vasil. 
A  regular  alarm  gun  of  a  sigh.     Are  you  in  love  ? 
Hey  ?    (Vladimir  gives  a  melancholy  nod.) 

Vasil. 
Who  is  the  fair  one  ? 

Vladimir. 
I  must  keep  the  name  a  secret,  Vasil  I 

DiMITRL 
{Thrusting  his  head  out  of  the  barrack  door.) 
His   sweetheart's  name  is  Lydia.     I   heard   it  in 
his  sleep.     {Disappears.   The  others  laugh.) 
Vasil. 
So  her  name  is  Lydia — a  stage  name  ? 

Vladimir  {decidedly). 
Oh,  no!  she  belongs  to  the  aristocracy.  {Re- 
lates.) While  Ir  Odessa,  I  broke  my  ankle  in  con- 
sequence of  being  thrown  from  my  horse.  The 
lady  in  question  was  driving  past  at  the  time,  and 
in  spite  of  the  remonstrance  of  her  companion,  who 
called  her  Lydia  Imanovna,  .she  took  me  into  her 
carriage,  and  brought  me  to  my  lodgings,  whither 


she  sent  daily  to  ask  after  me.  I  had  scarcely 
recovered  when  I  was  ordered  here.  Wherefore  ? 
And  I  have  never  been  able  to  learn  who  she 
was. 

Vasil. 

You  were  placed  under  my  command  with  the 
special  remark  that  an  ofificer  in  the  army,  in  high 
position,  had  requested  you  to  be  transferred  be- 
cause his  ward  had  looked  too  deeply  into  your 
eyes ! 

Vladimir. 

The  deuce  ! 

Osipp. 

Poor  fellow!  banished  to  the  outposts  on  ac- 
count of  your  handsome  eyes  ! 

Vladimir  {in  vexation). 

And  if  there  were  only  a  skirmish  here  once  in 
awhile — a  surprise  from  the  enemy — some  kind  of 
ocupation,  but  this — {A  loud  tioise  outside  L.  The 
pickets  call  out  "  To  a?-ms .'' "  All  hurry  to  grasp 
their  weapons  ;  the  artillerists  hasten  to  the  guns; 
the  infantry  form  in  line.  A  long  roll  of  drums 
introduces  the  following.) 

REPORTER'S  SONG. 

Steipann. 
What's  that  noise  ? 

Cossacks. 
A  spy !     A  spy  ! 

Steipann. 
Who  can  he  be  ? 

Cossacks. 
We'll  see  !     We'll  see. 

Julian. 
Ah  !  wait,  while  I  explain. 

Cossacks. 
He  thinks  we  shall  believe  ! 

Julian. 
But  all  know  who  I  am  ! 

Cossacks. 
Thou  art  a  cut-throat  knave  ! 

Julian. 
You  honor  me  too  much,  my  friends  ! 

Cossacks. 
Thou  art  a  spy  that  Turkey  sends  ! 
Cadets,  Soldiers,  Cossacks,  Steipann,  with  tenors. 
Let  us  hang  him  ! 

Julian. 

0  thank  you  for  such  favors  kind ! 

Chorus., 
We  will  hang  thee ! 

Julian. 

1  am  grateful,  though  the  boon's  decUnsdt 

Chorus. 
By  the  neck ! 

Julian. 
Ah,  what  delight ! 

Chorus. 
You  soon  shall  see  ! 

Vladimir  {recognizing  him). 
Julian  here ! 


Vladimir 


Julian, 

Chorus. 
Who  in  the  deuce,  now,  can  he  be? 
Vlatjimir  {ititrodticing  him). 
Julian  Golz— a  writer  for  the  press, 
By  Russians  much  esteemed. 

Julian. 
Employers  sent  me  hither 
With  the  special  mission  trusted 
Of  observing  and  recordmg 
All  the  deeds  of  war  progressing 
And  'tis  thus  you  find  me  here, 
A  war  reporter,  by  your  leave ! 

Chorus. 
A  reporter .?     What  is  that? 
Julian. 
A  reporter,  I  propose. 
Is  a  man  who  all  things  knows. 
Stay,  while  1  explain. 
With  my  note-book  every  where. 

Always  ready,  prompt  and  free, 

Here  to-day,  to-morrow  there,-^ 

Naught  can  be  unknown  to  me. 

Day  by  day  1  gather  facts  ; 

iiivery  item  that  attracts 

And  awakes  the  reader's  mind 

Seeking  out,  I  always  find, — 

Now  with  vigor,  oft  with  grace, 

But  for  falsehood  find  no  place  : 

In  my  diary  you'll  see 

Breathing  actuality. 

What  has  scarcely  yet  occurred 

I  compose  and  give  it  word  ; 

What  the  future  still  conceals 

I  set  upright  on  its  heels  ; 

Things  to  come  I  write  out,  giving 

Some  one  dead  who  still  is  livino-, 

And,  in  my  succeeding  letter,     ** 

Bring  him  to,  and  all  goes  better. 

Here  to-day,  to-morrow  gone  ; 

Night  and  day  still  moving  on. 

There's  no  club,  no  boudoir  free, 

That  can  close  its  door  to  me ; 

To  the  font  with  babes  I  go, 

At  the  altar  kneel  with  br?des. 

At  the  funerals  with  the  dead  ; 

All  of  good  or  ill  I  heed. 

Is  one  knighted  at  the  court, 

Should  some  guilty  wretch  be  hung. 

Both  are  things  that  find  a  tongue 

In  my  dutiful  report. 

Balls  in  season  1  attend, 

in  balloons  on  high  ascend; 

Should  a  theft  committed  be, 

Ere  'tis  known  to  police  'tis  known  to  me. 

1  o  the  scenes  of  conflagrations 

With  the  engine-men  I  run  ; 

At  processions  and  cremations. 

Fights  or  feasts,  I  see  the  fun. 

Meetmgs,  sermons  and  flirtations. 

Gay  parades,  illuminations. 

Races,  dances,  revolutions, 

l^he-dansants  or  executions ; 

Thus  to  all  in  turn  I  go, 


FATINITZA. 


All  I  see  and  all  I  know,-— 

Prima  donnas,  praise  their  art; 

Dancers,  good  advice  impart ; 

Rising  genius,  give  renown, 

Soon  to  see  it  tumble  down ; 

Notice  profits  and  applauses  ; 

Plead  of  concertists  the  causes ; 

Singers'  trials,  gains  and  losses, 

These  have  part  in  my  profession. 

Writing  articles,  reviewing. 

And  inventing  oft  at  need. 

If  of  faith  'tis  worthy,  showing 

One  to  wonder  at  and  heed. 

Easy  to  find  those  whose  wits  are  straying ; 

But  thus  the  journalist  is  never  cau"-ht, 

Merry  and  steady,  witty  and  ready, 

Frank,  and  always  with  good  humor  fraught 

One,  in  short. 

Whose  trade,  forsooth. 

Is  to  knead  with  falsehood,  truth,— 

Wit  in  universal  dress 

Means  a  reporter  for  the  press. 

Who  mingles  truth  with  falsehood's  lies,— 

One  day  affirms,  the  next  denies : 

This,  full  of  jovial  happiness, 

Is  a  reporter  for  the  press. 

Cadets. 
In  faith,  that's  good ! 
Original !— Sesquipedal! 
Pyramidal ;  in  fact,  a  knowing  youth. 
And  hence  we'll  know,  we  here  confess, 
What  means  "  Reporter  for  the  press." 

Vasil. 

I  beg  your  pardon,  sir,  for  the  extreme  zeal  of 
our  Cossacks  ;  but  you  can  easily  see— 

Julian. 
I  can   easily  see  !     Don't   mention   it,   captain, 
am    charmed    and    delighted    at    their    slight 


I 
mistake 


Vladimir. 


How  is  that  ? 

Julian. 

_  Why,  my  dear  sir,  it  will  make  a  glorious  spe- 
cial for  the  press.  {Business  with  note-book.)  "  Pur- 
suit and  capture  of  our  special  correspondent  by 
Cossacks !  "  "Brave  but  futile  resistance  !  "  "Rou"-h 
sons  of  the  North  !  "  "  Tough  little  ponies  of  the 
Steppes  !  "  "  Long  lances  !  "  •'  Dragged  away  at 
a  tearing  gallop  !  "  "  Threatened  with  the  knout!  " 
{Salutes  Vasil.)  "  Commander  a  cultivated  offi- 
cer !  "  "  Cordial  reception  ! "  "  Bountiful  din- 
ner ! "  &c.,  &c.  By  Jove,  sir,  I  can't  do  this  ad- 
venture short  of  a  column  and  a  half  ! 

Vladimir. 

You  will  have  to  leave  out  that  "bountiful  din- 
ner,"' old  fellow :  we  havo  ha-dly  a  thing  to  eat 
ourselvp"' 


10 


FATINITZA. 


Hardy. 
So  much  the  Letter!     What  is  the  use  of  being 
war  correspondents    Just  wait  for  "  The  Herald  " 
six  •weeks  Iience,  and  you  will  just  wonder  at  the 
quantities  of  dainties  you  have  set  before  me! 

Military  Cook. 
The  shtshee  is  ready. 

Hardy  (to  Vladimir). 
Beg  pardon,  lieutenant;  but  what  the  dence  was 
It  they  said  was  ready? 

Vladimir  (laugJis). 
The  shtshee  — our  "  bountiful  dinner  "I 

Hardy. 
Ah !  so  the  shuthee  is ? 

Valdimir. 

A  mixed-up  mess  of  cabbage,  beets,  parsnips, 
frunpowder,  mutton,  &c.  Between  you  and  me,  a 
dish  for  ihe  dogs ;  but  we  have  nothing  else. 

[/n  haclground  a  corporal  portions  out  the  rations. 
Tlie  soldiers  eat  it  with  spoons  from  tin  dishes."] 

Hardy. 

Ah,  thanks  for  your  timely  explanation!  But 
tell  me,  can  you  drink  allash  with  this  so-called 
*'  shtshee  "  ? 

Vladimir. 

If  we  only  had  some  at  hand,  to  be  sure  — 

Hardy. 

Well,  I'm  your  man  then ;  for  I  happen  to  have 
two  bottles  in  my  bag.     [^Goes  to  bag.} 

All  Officers  (Joyfully). 
Allash!  allash! 

IUakdy  produces  the  bottles  from  his  bag."] 

Vladimir. 
Upon  my  word,  friend,  you  are  developing  quali- 
ties which  fill  us  all  with  the  deepest  respect. 

Vasil. 
What  lucky  star  leads  you  to  us? 

Hardy. 

This  lucky  star  is  called  ' '  journalistic  enterprise, ' ' 
The  editor  wrote  to  me,  •'  Are  you  obsei-ving  the 
movements  of  the  Turks  V  "  Well,  I  have  been 
observing  the  movements  of  the  Turks  through  my 
field-glass ! 

Vladimir. 

Aud  what  kind  of  movements  did  they  make? 

Hardy. 

I  saw  staiiding  on  the  banks  of  the  beautiful  blue 
Danube  —  which  happens  to  be  green  wherever  I 
have  seen  it  —  a  Moslem  who  was  doing  so  [^busi- 
ness of  hopping  from  one  foot  to  another,  slapping  the 
arms  togelher,  and  breathing  between  the  fingers  like  a 
man  half  frozen], 

Vasil. 

So  you  can  simply  write  to  your  paper,  ♦'  The 
Turks  are  freezing! " 

Hardy. 

Captain,  how  little  you  comprehend  the  descrip- 
tive j)oweis  of  a  "  Herald  "  correspondent!  I  write, 
heavily    underscored,     *'  Postscript  I  —  In    conse- 

?[uence  of  personal  observations,  I  am  enabled  to  in- 
orm  you  that  the  Turkish  army  is  in  motion  [hops 
as  before],  and  is  taking  comprehensive  measures 
[slaps  his  arms  together]  to  defy  the  rigors  of  a  win- 
ter campaign!  " 


Vasil. 

And  in   this   way  history  is  made.     Long  live 
•'  The  Herald  "  correspondent! 

All. 
Hurrah ! 

Dimitri  (looks  out  from  barraiks). 
Ahem!  , 

All.  ' 

What's  the  matter? 

Dimitri. 
I  haven't  had  a  drop. 

Vasil. 
Well,  come  out,  you  rogue !  we  will  foigivc  yju. 
[Introduces  DiMiTui  to  Hardy. ]     Dimitri  Fedoro- 
witch,  the  most  indiscreet  gosling  in  camp. 

Hardy. 
Young  man,  indiscretion  is  a  virtue,  which  I 
appreciate  highly.  Let  us  be  friends  ['haking 
hands].  And  now,  gentlemen,  let  merriment  be 
the  order  of  the  day.  How  do  you  manage  to 
divert  the  monotony  of  camp  routine  ? 

Vladimir. 
Wo  eat,  we  drink;  we  drink,  and  we  sleep.— 
when  the  Turks  will  let  us. 

Hardy. 
WeU  — and  the  ladies? 

Vasil. 
With  the  exception  of  a  few  ancient  gypsies,  we 
have  not  seen  a  woman   of    any  sort   for  three  fl 
months. 

Hardy. 
And  amidst  such  a  state  of  things  can  my  friend 
Vladimir  manage  to  exist?  —  he,  the  hero  of  one 
of  the  most  delicious  adventures. 

OsiPP  (ironically). 
Aha!  we  understand  —  Lydia! 

Hardy  (not  understanding).  i 

Lydia!  Lydia!    To  the  best  of  my  knowledge  I 
her  name  was  Katinka. 

Ivan. 
And  was  formerly  called  Lydia.     Incomprehen 
sible ! 

Vasil. 
I  find  it  very  comprehensible.     One  is  called 
Lydia;  the  other,  Katinka! 

OsiPP. 
So  Katinka  is  another  ? 

Vladimir  (bashfully). 
Yes:  Katinka  is  another. 

All  (merrily). 
Long  live  Katinka! 

Vasil. 
Well,  I  should  say  you  have  made  good  use  of 
your  time!     What  was  it  about  Katmka?    Out 
with  it! 

Hardy  (relating). 
Katinka  is  the  yoimg  wife  of  an  aged  diijlomai 
One  day  — 

Vladimir  (interrupting). 
I  must  protect  the  lady  from  journalistic  malicvi. 
One  day  she  wrote  to  me  [cites  the  letter].  "  My 
husband  is  going  to  London;  I,  to  our  estate  in 
the  Caucasus.  My  companion  is  ill,  and  unable  to 
go  with  me.    Her  position  is  not  yet  fiileil.    1  know 


n 


1 


FATINITZA. 


11 


a  person  whom  I  rej^ard  as  adapted  to  the  place. 
Will  this  person  have  tlie  courage  and  love  to  share 
my  loneliness  with  meV  " 

Vasil. 
Ah!  I  understand,     liy  this  person  — 

Vladimik. 
I  was  meant !  I  did  not  need  a  second  hint,  but 
donned  feminine  attire;  was  presented  to  the  ser- 
vants as  Fiitinitza,  the  new  companion,  and  under- 
took the  journey  witli  the  countess.  On  tiie  eveniiij? 
of  our  arrival  a  carriacre  rattled  into  the  courtyard, 
and  out  of  a  tenfold  fur  cloak  was  unwrapi>ed  — 

Vasil. 
Holy  Petrovitch!  the  husband! 

Vladimik. 
No  I  his  brother, — an  ollicer  of  hipfh  degree  in 
the  army,  a  uniformed  polar  bear  in  the  rough, — 
who  surjirised  us  with  tlie  announcement  of  a  long 
visit,  'i'o  behold  me,  and  to  fall  mortally  in  love 
with  me,  was  the  work  of  a  moment  with  him. 

Vasil. 

Then  you  must  have  looked  devilish  handsome  as 
A  girl. 

Vladimik. 

So  said  the  Polar  liear!  He  followed  me  as  if 
demented,  l-'eurful  of  discovery,  J  was  compelled 
to  flee.  Fatinitza  became  J/ieut.  Vhidiniir  again. 
Such,  comrades,  was  the  end  of  the  adventure  with 
Katiuka. 

Vasil. 

What?  The  lad  knows  such  stories  as  this,  and 
keeps  them  to  himself  all  this  while!  For  .shame, 
coirj'ade!  NVhy,  garuishetl  with  all  its  details,  this 
Story  might  have  wliiled  away  an  hoiu-  or  so  of  our 
tiinui  here  in  camp. 

Hakdv. 

The  deuce !  why  don't  you  do  as  the  French 
used  to  do  in  the  Crimea,  and  improvise  a  theatre 
in  campV 

J  VAN. 

That  would  be  sport  1 

All. 

Wouldn't  it? 

Vasil. 
A  theatre  without  ladies  I 

Hakdv. 
Why,  do  you  imagine  the  French  used  to  have  a 
tragedienne  and  a  comical  old  woman  detailed  to 
every  company?    And,  why,  here  we  have  the  fair 
Fatinitza ! 

All. 
Hurrah!     So  we  have!    Uravo!    Now  let  us  set 
about  it! 

Vasil. 
What !  we  get  up  such  mummeries? 

All. 
Yes,  captain,  we  nre  so  fearfully  bored. 

Vasil. 

Well,  then,  go  ahead. 

All. 
Bravo  1     IIiuTah! 

Vladimir. 

Rut  what  shall  we  play? 

Hakdy. 

r  can  help  von  out.  wii,h  tliat. 


Osipp. 
I'll  wager  he  has  a  whole  theatre  repertoire  hi 
his  bag,  —  at  least  a  comedy. 

Hardy. 
You*ve  guessed  it.     [  TaLes  a  pamphlet  from  hit 
bag.^ 

Vasil. 
Queer  provender. 

Hardy. 
Mere  accident.      A  young  dramatist  presented 
me  with  a  copy  of  his  tragedy  in  one  act,  "  The 
Tieacherous  Postal  Card;  or,  The  Letter-Carrier's 
llevenge!  " 

Vladimir. 
A  tragedy? 

Hardy. 
No  comedy  ever  made  me  laugh  so  heartily  as 
this  tragedy.     Now  to  woik ! 

Vladimir. 
And  I,  — the  leading  lady,  — what  shall  I  wear? 

Vasil. 

An  old  soldier's  cloak  and  the  cook's  apron! 

Vladimik. 
Oh,  my  feminine  vanity  could  not  stand  that' 

Steipa.nn. 
T  know  just  what  you  want.     The  soldiers  found 
a  Wallachian   jieasant-girl's   entire  Sunday  outfit 
in  a  deserted  hut  last  week. 

Hakdy. 
Good  enough!  So  we  can  have  our  first  full- 
dress  rehearsal  to-day;  to-morrow  the  perform- 
ance in  the  light  of  a  dazzling  snow  illumination 
A  critical  ajsthetical  notice  of  the  same  in  the  next 
"Herald." 

Osipp. 
I  hope  you  will  not  take  us  down  too  hard. 
(Exit  of  Cadets.) 

JUI.IA.S', 

Easy  to  find  tlibse  whose  wits  are  straying— 
liut  thus  the  journalist  is  never  caught. 
.Merry  and  steady, 
Witty  and  ready, 
Frank,  and  with  pleasant  humor  fraught 
Chorus. 
Now,  to  work  !  we  must  no  more  delay; 
There's  much  to  do  to-day. 
Julian. 
To  labor  now ! 
Well,  then,  shalt  thou 
First  actor  be ; 
The  tyrant,  he! 
The  leader's  part  for  me. 

SrEll'ANN. 

The  i)rominer  liere  you  see. 

Vasil. 
The  old  man  I  will  be. 

FliDOR. 

I'll  sing  the  tenor  high. 

Ivan. 
In  choruses  sing  I. 

Osipp. 
And  I'll  the  villain  try. 
So  good  bye  ;  we're  off  now. 

STUII'ANN. 

We  must  no  more  delay— 
There's  much  to  do  to-day  I 
The  parts  we've  yet  to  con, 
The  dresses  to  try  on — 


IS 


FATDflTJsA. 


Chorus. 
Now  LO  work  let  us  haste — 
No  more  time  must  we  waste. 
What  a  pleasant  thought ! 
A  grand  success  will  soon  be  wrought. 

So,  good  bye  ;  we  go  now 
To  devise — to  arrange — to  prepare  ! 

Julian. 
And  if  an  orchestra  should  fail  us — 
Chorus. 
Tschin,  ta,  ta,  ra,  ta ! 
Our  drum  and  trumpet  will  avail  us — 
Tschin,  ta,  ta,  ra,  ta ! 
Julian. 
And  he  who  don't  applaud  with  zeal, 
Of  bread  and  water  be  his  meal ! 
Chorus. 
Tschin,  boom,  «S:c. 
We  are  sure  to  succeed  ! 
Julian  and  Chorus. 
And  for  this  the  whole  troupe  in  accord 
Are  licensed  to  applaud. 

(^As  foregoing.) 

Steipann  {alone). 
So  I  am  to  write  off  the  parts  in  this  cold! 
Brrr!  I  must  fire  up  first.  [Drinks.']  So  then! 
[^Seats  himself. 1  How  shall  I  begin?  [Reads] 
"  Scene  first.  Susanna  alone.  She  sits  on  a  sofa 
bathed  in  tears  —  wet  handkerchief"  —  if  she 
doesn't  get  the  rheumatics!  [/iear/s]  "  Loud.  Here 
I  have  the  portrait  of  my  husband!"  [Speaks] 
Ah,  yes!  It  says  loud  —  so  it  must  be  this  way 
[yells]  "  Here  I  have  the  portrait  of  my  husband!  " 
[Reads]  '■'■As."  [Speaks]  A.  S.,  A.  S.,  what 
in  the  deuce  does  that  mean?  —  A.  S.  At 
Schnapps,  perhaps.  Yes,  yes !  at  Schnapps.  Most 
natural  thing  in  the  world  :  the  husband  is  at  his 
schnapps.  [  Writes]  "  My  husband  at  his  schnapps." 
[Reads]  "  The  more  I  see  of  my  husband,  the 
better  I  like  my  lover!"  [Laughs]  Ha,  ha,  ha! 
Pretty  good!  Brrr!  How  cold!  Must  fire  up  again. 
[Takes  his  canteen.]  What?  empty  so  quick? 
Well,  I  must  go  and  draw  on  my  reserves.  [Rises.] 
Husband  at  his  schnapps!    Ha,  ha,  ha!     [Exit.] 

Kantcuukoff  (enters). 

GENERAL'S  SONG. 
Thousand  fifes !  and  drums  and  cannon  I 
Where  are  all  the  guards  on  duty  ? 
Base  paltroons,  these  dragoons! 
I'll  scratch  their  hides  and  spoil  their  beauty, 
I'll  scratch  their  hides  and  spoil  their  beauty, 
To  set  them  shaking  and  loud  howls  making. 
I  know  how! 

I'm  general  here ! 
Kantchukoff! 

I'm  general  here  I 
Kantchukoff! 
Brave  and  skilful  in  commanding 

Both  Tartars  and  Cossacks, 
And  how  to  manage  understanding 

Mon-go-lians  and  Mujaksl 

Finns  and  Russians, 

Turcoraanians, 

Sam-oi-des 

And  Lith-u-anians, 

Greeks,  Kamschatkans, 


Letts  and  Druses, 

Lapps,  Bulgarians,  and  Tungfuses,  — 
Every  regiment  in  line  I  keep 
With  this  good  whip,  —  Fst!   fsti 

Ah,  yes!  I  lash  them! 
Fst!  Ah,  yes,  I  lash  them,  fst! 
Upon  their  backs  with  my  own  hand 

I  thrash  them ! 
With  this  I  lash  them.     Fst!  ah  I 
Yes,  I  lash  them,  fst! 
A  brave  commander  is  the  valiant  chief, 

Kantchukoff! 

IL 
From  one  fault  a  thousand  springing 

Admits  no  dissension; 
But  to  complaints  each  one  is  bringing 

1  pay  no  attention. 
Better  argue  without  mincing 
By  this  instrument  convincing; 
Spur  the  lazy,  laggards  moving, 
Talents  wake  to  seek  improving. 
Every  regiment  in  line  I  keep,  &c. 

Steipann  (returns,  sees  the  general  —  is  startled). 
Good    Lord!       The    general    of     the    division! 
[About  to  slink  away.] 


Halt! 
General ! 


General  (severely). 
Steipann  (trembling). 


General. 

Knave,  you  tremble !    I  see  you  know  me !    Who 
are  you,  soul  of  a  dog? 

Steipann. 
Sergeant  Steipann,  secretary  of  the  company. 


General. 
Steipann. 


Your  papers ! 

Here,  general! 

General  (looks  over  papers). 
Forage  certificates  —  Roster  —  good  I   [Returns  all 
the  papers  but  one.] 

Steipann  (more  courageously). 
Good  clear  writing,  isn't  it,  general? 

General  (reads). 
"  Here  I  have  the  portrait  of  my  husband  at  his 
schnapps.     [Growling  as  he  reads.]     So  much  the 
more  I  like  my  lover!  "    By  the  beard  of  St.  Peter, 
what  is  aU  that  devilish  nonsense? 


General ! 
Adjutant  1 


Steipann. 
General. 
Adjutant. 


General ! 

General. 
One  hundred  lashes  with  the  knout  for   thia 
scoundrel  1 

Steipann. 
Mercy,  general  I 

General. 
Hold  your  jaw!  I'll  show  you  a  husb-and  at  hia 
schnapps ! 

Hardy  (enters  from  barracks.     Aside,  refeTing  to 
Vladimir's  disguise). 
That  will  make  some  joUy  sport. 


FATINITZA. 


18 


General. 

And  here  ?    A  civilian?    A  spy? 
[  Seizes  Hardv  by  the  collar,  and  sangs  him  towards 
adjutant.'} 
Two  hundred  lashes  1 

Hardt. 
Beg  pardon  I     I  am  — 

General. 
I  don't  care  a  candle  what  you  are.     First  the 
knout,  and  then  the  explanation. 

Hardy. 
Oho!  quite  the  contrary!     Here  is  my  passport' 

General. 
I     Countersigned  by  the  Grand  Duke !     Very  well ! 
I  But  this  rascal  here  {pointing  to  Steipann)  —  the 
I  Naout  ! 

I  Steipann. 

I     Greneral ! 

I  General. 

I     One  hundred  lashes,  correctly  counted  I 

Steipann. 

Mercy!  mercy!     \_Adjutant  exit,  with   Steipann 
dragged  hy  two  Cossacks.} 

Hardy  (aside). 

One    hundred    lashes!    Horrible!    I    must  teU 
Vladimir  and  his  comrades  who  has  come ! 

General 

Halt! 

Hardy. 

Whom  have  I  the  honor  of  obeying? 

General. 
I  am  Count  Timofey  KautchukofE,  commanding- 
general  of  this  division  1     And  you  — 

Hardy. 
I  ?     A  newspaper  correspondent. 

General. 
A  newspaper  correspondent?    {^Returns  the  pass- 
port contemptuously.}     Bah  1   I  have  often  wondered 
what  you  fellows  were  made  for.     I  suppose  you 
aie  all  only  around  to  betray  our  movements. 

Hardy. 

Movements  ?     The  army  hasn't  moved  for  three 
months  i 

General. 
You  herald  our  defeats  to  aU  quarters  of  the 
world. 

Hardy. 
We  would  have  been  glad  to  have  heralded  some 
victories;  biit  — 

General. 
Yo  1  exaggerate  our  losses. 

Hardy. 
Ah,    general!    what  would  be  thought   of    the 
strength  of  your  army  if  we  hadn't? 

General. 
AU  the  same.     I  can't  use  any  newspaper  man 
here  at  the  front.     You  will  please  walk  back  to 
Bucharest  between  two  Cossacks. 

Hardy. 
But,  general  I  — 

General. 
I  don't  want  the  slightest  blunder  I  make  tele- 
graphed all  over  the  world. 

Hardy. 
Then  make  no  blunders  I 


General. 

Now,  what  do  you  know  about  strategy? 

Hardy. 

Not  much  of  that  kind.  But  I  understand  what 
blunders  are,  and  make  my  living  by  blaming 
them.  But  strategic  blunders  are  not  the  worsi 
a  person  can  make,  general. 

General. 

Ahl 

Hardv  (aside). 

Now  may  all  my  eloquence  help  me !  He  must 
let  up  on  the  poor  sergeant.  [Aloud}  My  frosty 
friend,  I  read  in  these  weather-beaten  features, 
that,  in  spite  of  your  rough  exterior,  you  have  a 
warm  and  humane  heart. 

General  (dumbfounded  —  aside). 
Can  he  read  my  love  for  Fatinitza  in  my  nose? 

Hardy  (aside). 
And,  if  I  can  beg  off  fifty  lashes,  it  will  be  some- 
thing.    [Aloud}    Therefore,  general,  I   appeal   to 
your  heart. 

General. 
We  are  all  hmnan.     Every  one  has  his  sensitive 
spot. 

Hardy. 
Sergeants  too,  haven't  they? 

General. 
Sergeants  and  generals.     I  have  experienced  it 
myseli. 

Hardy. 

What!  [a*i6/c]  he  too? 

General. 
Once  in  my  life  I 

Hardy  (aside). 
Oh  these  Russians ! 

General. 

But  I  feel  it  still! 

Hardy  (aside). 
Well  that  knout  must  have  cut  pretty  deep  I 

General. 
She  was  my  first  and  only  ]ove! 

Hardy. 
Love?   [aside}  and  1  thought  —  [gesture  of  lash' 
ing}  —  the  knout ! 

General. 
I  loved  her,  —  and  she  reciprocated  I     [  Violently} 
Yes,  sir,  she  reciprocated! 

Hardy. 
I  have  not  the  slightest  disposition  to  doubt  it. 

General. 

My  happiness  lasted  but  a  few  days.     She  dis- 
appeared, and  since  then  I  have  been  vainly  striv 
ing  to  find  her. 
Vladimir    (at  this  moment    enters  from    barracks, 

disguised    m    becoming    Wallachian  peasant- girl's 

costume). 

Here  I  am  at  last ! 


General. 

Fatinitza!     Speak   of  angels, 


Chorrt  vasmi 
and  they  appear 

Vladimir. 
O  Lord!  — the  Polar  Bear! 

Hardy  (aside). 
He  the  Polar  Bear!     The  bombshell  has  burst' 


u 


FATINITZA. 


General. 

What,  Fatinitza,  idol  of  my  heart!   you  here  — 
bi  this  costume? 

Vladimir. 
Yes  — I  — 

Hardy  {quickly). 
The  young  lady  came  to  see  her  brother,  Lieut. 
Vladitn'ir.     6hc  donned  tliis  costume  that  she  might 
ouniey  witli  greater  security. 
General. 
Uer  brother?     Where  is  this  brother? 

Vladimir. 
He  is  —  he  was  — 

Hardy. 
The  Turks  attempted  a  surprise  yesterday,  and 
Lieut.  Vladunir  was  captured  after  a  heroic  resist- 
ance. 

General. 
The  Vladimir  shall  be  rewarded  I 

Hardy. 
His  sister  brought  ransom  money  I     That's  what 
I  call  imagination ! 

Vasil  {enters  very  merrily  from  barracks  idlh  Osipr). 
I  look  gloriously  in  these  clothes !    Dearest  niece ! 

General. 
Chorrt  vasmil     You  infernal  hound  I 

Vasil. 
Great  guns,  the   general!     \_Runs  back.']     Com- 
pany, to  arms ! 

Sentries  {call). 
To  arms!  to  anns! 

Vasil. 
Attention ,  company !     Present  arms ! 

General. 
Chorrt  vasmi!     Hound  of  a  captain  I    This  will 
vost  you  your  command! 

Steipann  {enters.) 
Help!  help!    O  general!     Mercy!  mercy  1 

Adjutant. 
Tne  general  ordered  one  hundred  lashes! 

General. 
One  hundred  ?    Three  hundred !     Five  hundred ! 
And  every  tenth  man  in  the  company  one  thou- 
sand! 

Hardy. 
He  ib  strong  in  his  decimals! 
Adjutant. 
As  you  command,  general. 
Hardy. 
Fatinitza  must  help  us  now! 

VLADIMItt. 

I  understand ! 

DUETTINO. 

Vladimir. 
U  she  with  true  heart,  loves  me  so  dearly 

Hope  I  sincerely  slie'll  pardon  all ; 
All  tliat  love  tender  claims,  love  will  render- 
Love  knows  not  how  to  deny  love's  call. 
Here  I'll  stay  no  longer  pouting, 
Frowning  sullenly  and  doubting, 
If  you  just  smile  a  little: 
Smile  now,  do! 

Gknxral. 
Ha!  ha    hi! 


Vladimir. 

Ah,  laugh  a  little  more! 

Wilt  laugh  or  not  more  gaily  ? 

Ah,  faces  that  are  stern  give  no  delight: 

Only  those  that  laugh  can  please  the  rig>  ' 

Laugh  once  more,  a  tiny  laugh !   a  little  >  -xorel 

Now  laugh  again,  now  do!  more,  more* 

Bravo  I  bravo  !  I'm  not  so  cruel  as  befo^  ' 

General. 
Ha!  ha!  ha!  ha! 

Vladimir. 
Hearts  that  have  feeling  cruel  are  never  : 
My  prayers  will  ever  find  grace  anew. 
"  Honey  is  sweeter,  drawn  from  flowers  bft^Sfi  '• 
So  says  the  proverb,  and,  faitli,  'tis  true! 
Here  I'll  stay  no  longer  pouting,  &c. 
General. 
Well,  then,  for  the  first  time  in  my  life  I  will  let 
mercy  temper  justice  [in  undertone']  ior  yoxa  &ake, 
Fatinitza.     \_Alou(l]  But  there  must  be  some  puu-  i 
ishment.     [lie  sneezes.] 

The  Entire  Company  {in  concert). 
Saluto,  general! 

General. 
Bless  you,  my  children!     Captain,  comj  any  drill 
for  two  hours.     [//»  undertone]    That's  I  ow  I  ge* 
them  out  of  the  way. 
Vasil.     Company,  right  face  !     March  ! 
Chorus.  When  in  robes  of  white,  &c. 

General. 
I  shall  soon  be  at  hand  to  witness  your  manoea- 

vres. 

Vasil. 

At  your  command,  general. 

General. 
Now,  get  out  of  this ! 

Vasil, 
Company,  right  face  I     March  I 

Hardy. 
I  must  make  a  first-class  special  out  of  thati 
What  a  pity  I  can't  sketch! 

Vladimir  {aside). 
It  is  now  high  time  for  Fatinitza  to  disappear,  and 
for  Lieut.  Vladimir  to  come  on  to  the  scene.    [Go- 
ing.] 

General. 
Fatinitza,  at  last  we  are  alone  together!     Idol  of 
my  heart!  come,  come.    And  now  let  me  press  the 
first  sweet  kiss  of  our  meeting  upon  your  maiden 

lips. 

Vladimir. 
Heavens!   [Aside]  and  I  have  just  been  drii  king 

allash ! 

General. 
The  same  shy,  coy  creature  of  old!  Just  one  kias, 
only  one  kiss,  Fatinitza ! 

Vladimir. 
On  my  forehead,  general. 

General. 
Call  me  Timofey. 

Vladimik. 
On  my  forehead,  Timofey. 

General. 
What  a  fool  1  would  be ! 

Vladimuu 
Ha!  monster! 


Mnrziate  marcat",  alia  hreve. 


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FATINITZA. 


17 


General. 

Oh,  balsam,  ambrosia,  nectar  I 

Vladimir  (aside). 
He  doesn't  say  a  word  about  alash. 

Gexeral. 
Listen,  beloved  maiden:  I  will  gain  a  sacred  right 
unto   thee.     This  ring,   it  shall  seal   our   imion. 
IPrjducing  a  ring.'] 

Vladimir. 
I  dare  not  take  it. 

General  (jpassionately). 
You  must !  you  must !     [He  forces  the  ring  on  to  his 
finger.']     So,  so!     Now  you  are  mine  for  life,  my 
betrothed,  soon  my  wife! 

Vladimir. 
His  wife!  Chorrtvasmi!     That  is  the  first  offer 
of  marriage  I  ever  had. 

General. 
So  much  the  better !  so  much  the  better  I 

Vladimir  (aside). 
How  shall  I  save  myself  ?     '[Aloud   as  before] 
But,  general  — 

General. 
Call  me  Timofey,  affianced,  husband;   and  take 
this  kiss  of  betrothal  — 

Vladimir. 
On  my  hand,  on  my  hand,  Timofey  1 

General. 
Ah,  demnition !    A  kiss  of  betrothal  on  the  haiid ! 
On  the  mouth,  the  mouth! 

Hardy  (rushing  on). 
General,  general  I 

6ENERAL. 

Chorrt  vasmi !     Who  dares  disturb  me? 

Hardy. 
I,  general,  with  permission ! 

Vladimir  (aside). 
Somebody  at  last ! 

General. 
What  is  it? 

Hardy. 
General,  I  have  to  announce  that  a  splendid  sleigh 
is  coming  this  way ! 

General. 
What's  that  to  me? 

Hardy. 
A  glance  with  my  field-glass  discovered  a  hand- 
some young  lady  in  the  sleigh. 

General. 
A  lady!  Holy  Petrovitch!  my  niece!  I  had 
forgotten  her  entirely.  The  girl  has  her  head 
filled  with  fantastic  notions.  She  wants  to  see  the 
war  for  herself;  but  she  will  be  sent  to  a  convent 
iit  once.  What  has  the  Princess  Lydia  Imanovna 
to  do  in  camp  ? 

Vladimir  (startled,  aside). 
Lydia!     Heavens!     lAloud]  General! 

General  (tenderly). 
Call  me  Timofey  i 

Vladimir. 
Timofey,  what  is  the  name  of  your  niece? 

General  (with  vexation). 
Lydia  Imanovna.    The  deuce  take  herl 


Vladimir. 
Heavens  1  what  shall  I  do?     It's  all  up  with  m« 
now,  my  dear  fellow. 

Hardy. 

Why? 

Vladimir. 
I  love  Lydia  Imanovna.     She  is  the  cause  oi  my 
having  been  transferred  to  this  place.     She  wil' 
recognize  me:     What  shall  I  do  ? 
Hardy. 
Don't  worry,  my  boy:  I  will  rescue  you. 

SLEIGHING  SONG. 
Lydia  (nol  seeing  Vladimir  &  Julian> 
At  head-quarters,  dearest  uncle, 
I  arrive  with  eager  longing, 
To  behold  upon  the  field  itself, 
The  proofs  of  valor  bright. 

General. 
Buried  here,  'mid  snow-drifts  frightful, 
What  you  wish,  pray  now  confide. 

Lydia. 
Oh  !  a  sleigh-ride  is  delightful, 
And  romantic,  too,  beside! 
What  delight,  within  a  light  sleigh  seated— 
Onward  bounding ! 

And  to  hear  the  tinkling  bells  in  measure 
Gaily  sounding ! 
To  sweep  and  sway. 
Like  zephyrs  at  their  play — 

So  light!     Sebright! 
Thus  young  love  flies  away  ! 
To  sweep  and  sway. 
Like  winds  at  play ; 
Thus,  like  a  breath,  we  dash  away. 

Vladimir. 
'Tis  she  !     What  delight  my  heart  doth  fill ! 
I  seem  to  dream— am  I  truely  waking  still  ? 

Julian  &  General. 
So  light !  so  bright !  o'er  the  smooth  and  icy  way 
To  sweep  and  sway,  like  zephyrs  at  their  play ! 
Lydia. 
Safe  and  warm,  by  robes  of  fur  protected, 
All  fret  and  care  are  from  my  thoughts  rejected. 
Forms  now  in  sight 
Swiftly  take  flight. 
Ah  !  often  times  thus  disappear 
Dreams  that  to  the  heart  were  dear  t 
Ah,  'tis  vain  !  thus  recalling 
Visions  vanished !     To-day, 
Hence !     Away — 
Such  thoughts  enthralling  I 
Coursers  light,  speed  away ! 
Vt^hat  delight,  &c. 

Vladimir. 
Ah  !  what  delight,  in  rapid  flight 
To  glide  and  dash. 
Like  the  lightning's  flash ! 
So  near  to  me,  her  do  I  see. 
Vision  lovely !     Love's  brightest  dream  1 

Julian  &  General. 
Ah  !  what  delight,  in  rapid  flight 
To  glide  and  dash 

Like  the  lightning's  flash  !  dzin,  &c. 
The  bells  are  sounding, 
The  gay  steeds  bounding. 


f« 


FATINITZA. 


QUARTETTE. 
Genf.ral. 
There's  a  cloister  near  the  field,. 
That  to  you  will  shelter  yield. 

Lydia. 
In  a  cloister  you'd  confine  me, 
Your  exploits  from  me  concealing; 
While  1  here  may  safely  stand 
And  see  all  close  at  hand  ! 

Gexehau 

Would  it  in  you  becominj;  be 
To  stay  here  unprotected  ? 
Hast  on  thi  risks  reflected — 
Of  what  may  chance  to  thee  ? 
And,  therefore,  as  1  plainly  see 
How  dull  would  be  such  dwelling- 
This  gentle  dame,  if  willing, 
Shall  thy  companion  be. 


Oh,  heaven  ! 


Vladimir. 

Alas! 


LvDiA  {taken  aback.) 
This  young  lady  ? 

General. 

Yes  :  this  lady  ! 

LVDlA. 

What  do  I  see  ? 

General. 
This,  now,  is  fine  ! 

Lydia, 
This  lady  fair— the  truth  to  tell — 
With  wonder  makes  me  tremble  ; 
So  much  doth  she  resemble 
A  youth  I  once  knew  well ! 

Vladimir  {joyfnlly\ 
To  whom  you  courtesy  did  show 
That  aided  and  relieved  him  ; 
Perhaps,  you  have  believed  him 
Forgetful — 'tis  not  so. 

All  Four. 
1  must,  in  truth,  confess 
'Tis  a  peculiar  case. 
The  fact  absurd  doth  seem — 
I  think  'tis  all  a  dream  ! 
But  this  affair  in  hand, 
I  cannot  understand. 

Lydia. 
And  do  you  know  the  youth  I  mention  ? 

Vladimir. 
Yes,  surely  ;  he  my  brother  is  ! 

Julian. 
She  is  his  sister  ! 

Lydia. 
'Tis  surprising ! 

Julian. 

And  to  this  sister  he  is  twin ! 

Lyi>ia. 
Where,  at  present,  is  your  brother  ? 


Vladimir. 
They  made  him  prisoner,  yesterday. 

Julia.v. 
To  ransom  him  she  came  this  wayl 

Lydia. 

For  him  we  will  united  pray. 

Julian. 
Their  prayers  together  they  wi.l  say  I 
If  he,  disguised  as  maid,  was  taken, 
Fortunate  the  captor  is ! 

General. 

To-day,  'tis  late  already 

At  the  cloister  to  instate  you ; 

We  must  accomodate  you 

For  well,  or  ill,  with  us! 

Meanwhile,  as  at  niy  quarters 

Many  may  be  standing  ijy  [quie 

Yet  in  here  {point ini^ to  barrack)  yo^  may  \  « 

And  rest  you  without  fuss  ! 

Lyd.,  Vla.  &  Jul. 
Ah! 

General. 

The  place  is  small  for  two; 
Lydia. 
Vladimir. 
Julian. 

General. 
But  you  can  make  it  do. 
Lydia. 
Vladi.mir. 
Julian. 
General. 


What  now— 
Oh,  heaven- 
Now,  joy — 


will  happen ! 
I  think  so! 
be  with  you. 


Though  narrow  is  the  space. 

You'll  find  room  to  embrace  !    Come  on! 

All  right  now,  and  keep  up  good  heart  1 

Lydia  &  Vladlmir. 

Oh,  yes.  that  is  true  ; 
1  will  with  all  my  hearL 

Julian. 

He  in  a  nice,  warm  nest  will  hide, 
While  1  am  freezing  here  outside  ! 

All  Four. 

All  is  right !  All  is  right ! 

Lydia. 

Such  resemblance  near, 
Doth  most  strange  appear; 
Wavering  doubts  o'crflood  the  soul 

Witii  stupor  dull. 
In  that  glance,  now  siiineth  bright 
The  tcncier  llamc  iliai  doih  my  lieart  relight 
Sweet  enclianununl.  Iicrc  buiiidc  him  ! 

Fly  not  away  ! 


FATINITZA. 


If 


If  'lis  a  dream,  I  would  not  wake  agaia. 

Doth  he  control  my  heart 

With  spells  enchaining? 
Or  does  desire  mislead— 
His  presence  feigning? 
Ah,  no  !  fly  not  away. 
If  'tis  a  dream,  I  would  not  wake  again, 
If  'tis  a  dream,  &c 
Vladimir. 

Such  resemblance  near 
Doth  most  strange  appear  ! 
A  stupor  doubt  o'erllows  the  soul. 
In  that  glance,  I  see,  doth  shine 
Tte  tender  flame  that  lights  up  mine. 
That  doth  my  heart  relight ! 
Tis  she  that  wins  my  heart 

With  her  enchantment! 
Or  does  desire  mislead — 
Her  presence  feigninj'? 
Oh.,  image  fair  !  ah,  do  not  lly  awav! 
If  1  dream,  let  me  not  wake  again  I 
Doth  she  control  my  heart 
With  spells  enchaining? 
Or  does  desire  mislead— 
Her  presence  feigning  ? 

Julian. 

Oh,  what  a  brilliant  item  waits, 

Insertion  by  my  journal ! 
"  VVithin  a  convent's  quiet  gates, 

An  officer  supernal. 
Will  teach  the  monks  to  march  in  line 
And  how  to  drill 

In  arms  with  handy  skill. 
A  fair  battalion  feminine 

Perhaps  he'll  raise  at  will, 

And  put  them  ilirougli  the  drill." 

Gexural. 

This  plan  now  consummated, 
And  appetites  well  sated, 
No  more  I'll  leave;  don't  fear. 
No  one  can  molest  you  here. 

[At  the  closi^  of  this  quartet,  the  General  retires 
toward  the  f-.ickiiroHiui,  //leauwhile  making  threat- 
ening gestures  in  the  direction  where  the  soldiers 
tre  supposed  to  be  drilling.     He  calls  out.] 

GliNKRAL. 

Quicker!   livelier,  there,   you  infernal  rascals! 
ene  !  two  !— left !  right!  {Exit  both,  R.) 
(Vla.  conducts  LvuiA  towards  first  barrack,  L.) 

Julian  {catches  his  arm). 
Miss  Fatinitza  must  not  forget  her  brother. 

Vladimir  {indignantly). 
Be  assured  ;  my  respect  for  Lydia  is  equal  to  my 
love.    {Exit  both.) 

JULIA.V. 

However  it  be  {steps  to  entrance  of  barracks),  it 
is  better  that  I  should  remain  at  hand.  {Aloud.) 
The  ladies  will  excuse  me  :  I  have  left  some  of  my 
luggage  in  there.  {Enters  hut,  taking  off  hat  and 
(losing  door  behind  him.  V \J\Vi\  has  entered fr if m 
R.  <w' Vladimir  makes  his  exit  with  Lvdia.; 


FINALE. 

(Vuika,  on  seeing  the  stage  deserted  gives  a  sig- 
nal toward  R.,  and  Hassan  Bey  appears  with  m 
wild  band  of  Bashi-Dazouks,  who  come  forward 
cautiously.  Several  noiselessly  O7>erpower  the  sen- 
tries, who  are  looking  with  curiosity  off  R.  at  the 
Russians  drilling.  Others  spike  the  cannon,  and 
throw  down  the  Russian  flagstaff. 

Chorus  of  Bashi-Bazouks. 

Now  up,  away ! 

No  sound  betray 
To  warn  them  of  the  rage  impending ; 

Be  watchful,  keen. 

Let  naught  be  seen ; 
They  can't  escape  their  doom  impending. 

If  bold  in  deed. 

We  must  succeed. 
And  naught  allow  to  fail  at  need ! 

Bashi-Bazouks,  if  to  your  skill 
Shall  fate  accord  its  favors  still, 
With  booty  laden  you'll  return, 
And  sing  in  triumph  all  you  earn. 

Yok,  yok,  yok,  yok,  tra,  la,  la,  ra,  la,  &c 
The  grandest  booty  of  the  war  ! 
La,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la. 

Light  of  foot,  on  we  go. 
To  conceal  our  raid  impending, 

Silent,  slow  !  forward,  now  ! 

No  escape  for  them  we'll  show: 

No  chance  for  them  we'll  show  ! 

Yok,  yok,  yok,  yok,  tra,  la,  la,  ra,  U. 
The  grandest  booty  of  war ! 
La,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la. 

Now,  on  !  away  ! 
Soft,  soft,  no  sound  betray  ! 
Soft,  soft !  if  brave  in  deed. 

We  must  succeed ! 

Hassan. 
{Who,  led  by  Vuika,  has  crept  to  the  barrack. 

There  are  three  in  here  ! 
(Chorus  drag  Vladimir,  Julian,  and  Lydm 
out  of  the  hut.    ]yj lias  cries  out.    Hassan  >>/» 
se  nts  a  revolver.) 

Chorus. 

They  are  ours  !     They're  ours  ! 
As  pris'ners  we'll  secure  them ! 

Vladimir  {who  has  snatched  a  sttifrd). 
Yon  must  o'erthrow  and  slay  me, 
Ere  her  you  take  from  me  ! 

Chorus. 

A  maid  in  arms  ! 
Was  ere  such  fun — 
Ah,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha ! 
Ueneath  the  sun  ! 

Vladimir. 
Leave  her  alone  I 

Chorus. 
Ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha! 

Vladimir. 
Ah,  help— some  one  I 


20 


FATINITZA. 


Julian. 
A  case  to  be  worked  up  is  here — 
An  article  will  soon  appear. 

Chorus. 
It  makes  me  laugh  !    Ah !  ha,  ha,  ha !    Such  fun  ! 
No  arm  has  power  to  wrest  you  now  from  me. 
Resist  no  more  ;   as  prisoners  now  surrender. 
Vain  are  prayers,  and  vain  your  threats  will  be. 
The  victors  brave 
Will  you  enslave — 
Then  quickly  yield ; 
Your  prayers  are  vain  ! 
We  the  victory  gain  ! 

Vladimir  &  Lvdia. 
Valor  brave  and  bold ! 
You  robliers,  hold ! 
No,  no  ! 
I  ne'er  to  you  will  her  surrender! 
While  I  still  may, 
Will  I  resist  your  sway ! 
Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes  ! 
I  shall  resist,  resist  your  sway. 
Yes,  in  my  breast  the  fury  raging 
.     Finds  relief,  itself  assuaging. 
You  are  all  as  outlaws  banded  ; 
Soldiers  ?     No  !  but  traitors  branded  ! 
Yes,  all  your  fire 
Will  soon  expire. 
When  'neath  the  Hag  of  our  soldiers  so  brave, 
The  victor  comes,  our  lives  to  save. 
When  'neath  the  flag,  &c. 
You're  a  band  of  thieving  knaves; 
Soldiers  not,  but  trait'rous  slaves  ! 
Yes,  you  are  trait'rous  slaves. 

Julian  {producing  note-book). 
I'll  now  begin  {writing). 
An  officer  of  jovial  of  part, 
Investing  in  a  maiden's  heart, 
And  wounded  sore  by  Cupid's  dart, — 
He  thought  the  cloister  he  would  gain, 
And  with  the  fair  one  there  remain. 
They  strolled  together  towards  the  gate, 
When  on  the  way — tliro'  cruel  fate — 
Just  like  a  flash 
.  '  From  cloudless  sky, 

The  Turks  did  dash 
On  them,  and  took  them  on  tlie  sly ! 
Shots  followed  fast  behind,  like  hail, 
'Mid  cries  and  howls  without  avail ! 
Regiments  of  friends  at  last  appear; 
A  general  fight 
Took  place  at  sight; 
Of  which  I  here  results  will  write  : 
Of  Turks,  a  thousand  bit  the  dust. 
While  we  but  one  brave  man  have  lost. 

Hassan  {points  to  Julian). 
You  may  buy  again 
Those  dames  with  price  of  gold; 
As  mediator  bold 
You'll  here  remain. 
Julian.     Your  humble  servant ! 
Hassan.     Si.x  thousand  roubles  is  the  price  - 

Julian.     That's  not  outrageous  ! 
Hassan.     Or  in  gold  sequins — we're  not  nice  ! 
Julian.     With  greatest' pleasuic! 
Hassan.     And  good  or  bad,  make  no  delay. 
Julian.     No  doubts  admitted  ! 
Hassan.  Lest  they  should  ai  the  Harem  stay. 


Lydia,  Vladimir  &  Julian.    Alas ! 
Chorus  of  Bulgarians.     Oh,  heavea! 
Chorus.    Ha,  ha ! 
Lydia  &  Vladimir.      Despair ! 
Julian    'Tis  bad ! 
Cho.  of  Bulgarians.    What's  this  ? 
Chorus.    That's  good  ! 
Lydia  &  Vladimir. 
All  hope  of  aid  is  banished  now  ! 
Prisoners  here  we  remain. 
Freedom  we  shall  ne'er  regain  ! 
Where  is  he  ?  where  can  he  be  ? 
With  his  band  why  tarries  he  ? 
Ah  !  where  is  he,  where  can  he  be  ? 
Cowards  !    Traitors  !    Robbers  !    Ah ! 

Julian. 
There's  naught  to  say,  and  naught  to  do  ! 

Prisoners  here  they  remain  ; 

Freedom  they  shall  ne'er  regain. 

Where  is  he,  where  can  be 

Kantschukoff .?  why  tarries  he  ? 

Farewell,  cloister  harum-scarum; 

Thou  art  changed  into  a  Harem; 

Inmates  turned,  sans  leave  or  law. 

To  Odalisques  for  some  Bashaw. 
Here  a  moral  1  will  draw,  pyramidal. 
Or  in  a  dream,  sanguine,  raw,  a  grand  finaL 

Chorus  of  Bulgarians. 
Pris'ners  here  they  remain. 
Freedom  they  shall  ne'er  regain. 
Where  is  he,  wlicre  can  he  be,  - 
With  his  band  why  tarries  he? 

Where  can  he  be,  where  does  he  stay? 

The  soldier  brave,  why  tarries  he  ? 
Quickly,  promptly,  off — away ! 

Hassan  &  Chorus. 
Your  hope  is  vain  ! 
As  prisoners  you'll  remain,  I  maintain. 
He  who'd  save  you's  far  away. 
Where  is  he  ?  where  can  he  be  ? 
With  his  band  why  tarries  he? 
Where  can  he  lay  ?  I  will  not  stay ; 
We  weary  longer  here  to  stay. 
No  more  delay ;  we  will  not  stay  ; 
We're  weary  now  of  this  d?lay. 
VuiKA  {enters).      The  Russians  are  coming  ! 
Hassan.     Quick !     To  the  Harem  ! 

Julian. 
{Is  at  extreme  R.,  a7td  is  prevented  from  calling 
Russians  by  a  gigantic  Bashi-Basoiik.,  who  keeps 
hi/n  back  with  hi^  rijle.  As  this  Bashi-Barouk 
withdraws  towards  R.  Julian  advances ;  as  soon 
as  the  Turk  disappears,  Julian  leaps  on  to  a  gun 
carriage,  and  calls)  Help! 

General. 
{Enters  L.  with  Russian   Soldiers.     A  Jew   of 
these  leap   on   the   ramparts,   and  fire  after  the 
Turks.)    Halt  there  !     You  might  hit  Fatinitza  ! 

(Vasil  raises  the  prostrate  Russian  standard 
again.  Gen.  Kanthchvkofv  falls  half  helpless 
into  Julian's  arms,  and  the  latter  rests  his  note- 
tfook  on  the  generaPs  back  and  writes  furiously 
Tableau.     Snow  begins  to  fall.     Curtain.) 

END  OF  FIRST  ACT. 


FATINITZA. 


21 


SECOND  ACT. 

"KISMET." 

The  Harem  of  Izzet  Pasha  in  the  Fortress  of  Rustchuk. 

INTRODUCTION. 

NuRSiDAH.  Besika.  Diona.   Zuleika.   Slaves. 

To  the  native  fascinations 

Of  a  face  that's  fair  and  charming, 
Novel  graces  art  doth  add  with  lavish  hand, 

All  to  please  the  lover's  eye ; 

These  unfold  at  his  command 

Every  charm,  languish  and  sigh. 
La,  la,  la  !  coquetting  with  soft  addresses, 
And  fond  caresses, 

Each  seductive  charm  we  try. 

NURSIDAH. 

Upon  the  shoulders, 
Powders  soft  enhance  their  whiteness. 
Slaves.  {Alti)    They  are  here. 
Diona. 
While  on  the  cheeks,  the  roses 
Sometimes  need  reviving. 
Slaves.  {2d  Sop.)    With  this— 
Besika. 
I'd  tinge  the  lids,  to  give 
The  eyes  more  fire  and  brightness. 
Slaves,  (p^^///.)    That's  well ! 
Zuleika.     Reach  me  the  powders  white  ! 
Slaves.  {2d  Sop.)    They're  here. 
NuRSiDAH.     The  carmine  hand  to  me. 
Slaves.  {^^^//^)    Ah,  well! 
Diona.     Where  can  the  black  dye  be  ? 
Slaves.    {2d  Sop.)    'Tis  here  !       _ 
Besika.     Bring  perfumed  waters  light. 
Slaves.     Yes. 

Zuleika.     The  powders  white. 
Slaves.     Here. 
NuRSiDAH.    The  carmine  here. 
Slaves.    Yes. 
Diona.    The  black  is  near? 
Slaves.     Here. 
Besika.      The  odors  light ! 
Ensemble. 
Odalisque,  'mid  charms  install  thee. 
Soon  thy  lord  may  deign  to  call  thee. 
To  the  native  fascinations,  &c. 

MUSTAPHA. 

What !  still  prinking  ?     Hurry  now !     His  high- 
ness is  coming! 

The  Women.     Izzet  Pash?    Ah! 
MusTAPHA.     Here  he  is  already. 
Zuleika. 
.     Let  me  kiss  thine  eyes,  O  lord  and  master  ! 
The  Others.     Me  too  !     Me  too  ! 

Izzet. 
Come,  let  up  !     Whose  turn  is  it  to  kiss  me  to- 
day? 
All.    Mine !    Mine ! 

Izz^-v  {warding  ihefn  OjP). 
Sabr!  Sabr!  {meaning '"patience:')  Order  must 
be  mainlined— even  in  a  harem!  You  know  in 
principle  I  am  opposed  to  the  institution  of  a  ha- 
rem ;  but  for  the  present  I  express  my  sentiments 
by  giving  ail  my  kisses  to  one  wife  m  each  day.  It 
won't  do  to  bring  on  the  reforms  all  in  a  lump,  you 
Bee  !     So  then  who  is  the  favored  one  ^o-day  . 


Zuleika  {approaches). 
I  am,  O  lord  and  master.  {About  to  kiss  htm.) 

Izzet  {wards  her  off). 
Sabr!  Allow  me  to  verify !  ( prodncittg  note-book, 
mutters)  Zuleika,  Diona,    Besika,    Nursidah— Zul- 
eika !     Correct !    {Kisses  Zuleika.)     Good  morn- 
ing,  dear  !     The  rest  of  you— get  out  of  this  ! 

The  Others  {murmur). 

Oh! 

IzzKT  {emphatically). 

Or  rather — no — stay  and  listen  ! 

The  Four  {sitbmissively.) 
To  hear  is  to  obey.     We  listen. 

Izzet. 
I  have  concluded  to  give  you  a  new  companion. 

The  Four. 

A  fifth  wife  ?     Shame,  shame  I 
Izzet. 

But  enough  of  this  !  My  faithful  Hassan  Bey 
has  captured  two  beautiful  Christian  maidens.  He 
wishes  to  make  me  a  present  of  them ;  and  I  cdn 
hardly  refuse  him  and  be  consistent,  since  the  re- 
reform  party  in  Turkey  is  friendly  to  the  Christians. 
I  believe  a  man  cannot  show  his  regard  for  ladies 
better  than  by  marrying  them,— whether  polygam- 
ously  or  monogamously  is  immaterial  to  me  ! 


All  ( indignantly). 
For  shame  ! 

Izzet. 
Silence  !     I  am  friendly  to   the  Christians,  and 
in  my  own  peculiar  way  give  expression   to   the 


prevalent  reformatory 
harem. 


ideas  —  by   reforming  my 


WHEN  SICK  MEN  ARE   FAILING.    : 

Izzet  Pasha. 

When  sick  men  are  failing, 

And  growing  more  ill,  '  • 

Strong  measures  to  save  them  ;■. 

Must  be  used  with  skill. 
To  lie  on  soft  lounges  _ 

From  morning  till  night, 
Will  fail  to  restore  them, 

And  bring  them  all  right  I 
If  a  doctor  is  called  in, 

Their  ills  to  dispel. 
He'll  order  waking,  and  he'll  order  shaking,- 

To  make  them  get  well. 

O  Bosphorous  charming ! 

Thou'rt  badly  deranged. 
Thy  shores  to  a  hospital 

Seem  to  me  changed. 
Thy  treasury's  empty, 

And  loans  would  be  vain  ; 
Thy  last  operation 

Still  causes  thee  pain  1  ■ 

If  a  doctor  is  called  in 

Thy  ills  to  dispel,  . 

He'll  order  waking,  and  he'll  order  shaking, 

To  make  thee  get  well. 


FATINITZA. 


WHEN   SICK   MEN    ARE   FAILING. 


Si 


=S-»EE 


^^ 


2 


When    sick    men      are 


fail-  in^,    And     grow-  ing    niore_ 


ill, 


Strong 


-:? 


1*4- 


aizrtf 


=;=(: 


Etlt 


5 


To 


mea  -  sures 


itz 


save  them      Must 


be  used        with       skiil. 

.1^ 


^^^1^^^^^^^^^ 


>^^^Jl_,^.__gr^-    ^ 


^^^^S^^l^^l^^ 


store  them,       And         bring  them     all      right. 


If    a 


m 


•^-?t 


^^ 


doc    -    tor      is        called     in.    Their      ills      to        dis  -     pel, 


He'll     or  -   der 


S^^^^ 


PATDJITZA. 


28 


fctz 


^^^l^^ll 


^i^^ 


^wak-  ing,  And  he'll    or  -  der  shak  -  ing   them,  To   make  them  get      well,      He'll    or  -  der 


'^$^m 


ZULEIKA. 

So  our  lord  and  master  loves  \is  no  more? 

IZZET. 

Oh,  yes!  Of  course  I  love  you;  but,  instead  of 
being  quartered,  you  must  hereafter  share  ray  heart 
iu  fifths  or  sixths.     It  is  plenty  large  enough! 

IZZET. 

Oh,  don't  make  such  a  fuss,  ladies!  It's  practi- 
cal reform  I  want. 

All  Women. 
For  shame! 

SabrI    Silence! 

MUSTAPHA. 

Exalted  sir!  Hassan  Bey  himibly  begs  admit- 
tance.    He  brings  the  Christian  maidens. 

The  Women. 

For  shame! 

Izzet. 

Hold  your  tongues !  Put  down  your  veils,  and 
wrap  yourselves  in  your  mantles;  and,  Mustapha, 
see  that  not  a  sou!  of  them  stirs:  if  they  do,  intimi- 
date them.  The  tlogging  of  women  is  antagonistic 
to  reform  principles;  but  in  practice  the  institution 
has  a  strikingly  persuasive  power.  I  don't  want 
the  new-comers  to  receive  a  poor  impression  of  my 
marital  life  at  first  sight.  If  one  of  them  stirs, 
Mustapha,  you  know  how  to  persuade  them  to  keep 
quiet. 

[VuiKA,  Hassan  Bey,  Vladimir  as  Fatinitza, 
LvDiA,  and  two  Bashi-Bazouks  enter."] 
Hassan. 
Exalted  sir,  here  are  the  two  Christian  maidens. 
May  the  sun  of  your  favor  shine  upon  them  I 

Izzet  {to  Vladimir,  tr^o  stands  so  that  Izzet  cannot 
see  Lydia). 
Stand  aside,  maiden,  and  let  me  see  your  com- 
panion. Allah,  il  Allah!  what  a  charming  vision! 
Fair  stranger,  and  the  rest  of  you,  listen :  you  are 
my  favorite,  the  chosen  wife  of  iny  heart,  —  you, 
uid  no  other. 


Four  Women. 
The  hussy !    Misfortune  shower  down  upon  her ! 
Away  with  her! 

Izzet. 
Mustapha! 

Mustapha. 
Effendim? 

Izzet. 
Persuade  them ! 

Izzet  (to  Ltdia). 
Come,  beloved  one !  share  the  place  of  honor  with 
me,  and  reign  over  us  all. 

Lydia. 
Away ! 

Vladimir. 
Your  highness,  Princess  Lydia  Imanovna  is  the 
niece  of  the  Russian  general  commanding  the  forces 
across  the  Danube. 

Izzet. 
So  much  the  better!     I  have  been  longing  for  a 
Russian  general's  niece  in  my  harem  for  some  time. 
Vladimir. 
You  cannot  refuse  a  handsome  ransom  for  the 
princess. 

Izzet. 
Who  can  make  me  take  it? 

Vladimir. 
International  law. 

Izzet. 
International  law?     International  law  —  to  use 
an  Occidental  expression  —  is  mere  bosh  1 
Lydia. 
Oh,  horrible  1 

Vladimir  (m  undertone). 
Be  calm,  princess!  be  calm!     We  will  tnist   in 
Russian  valor  to  rescue  us. 
Izzet. 
The  Princess  Lydia  shall  be  my  favorite  from 
this  day  forth.     [^Searching  in  pocket.}     Where  is 
my  pocket-handkerchief?     She   is  weeping.     Oh, 
yes!  I  forgot  :   it  is  in   the  wash  I     ^Calls']  Mus- 
tapha! 


FATINITZA. 


MUSTAPHA. 

Effendlm  ? 

IZZET. 

Lend  me  your  handkerchief. 

Hassan  (points  to  Vuika). 
Your  highness,  it  was  this  man  whose  cunning 
led  us  to  tiie  Russians. 

Vuika. 
Your  most  extremely  exalted  highness ! 

IZZET. 

Very  well :  you  shall  be  rewarded  in  a  princely 
manner. 

Vuika. 
O  your  highness  I     Gospod  I 

IZZET. 

Let  me  finish.  You  shall  be  rewarded  in  a 
princely  maimer  as  soon  as  we  receive  our  money 
from  Stamboul !  They  are  already  owing  us  forty- 
two  months'  salary. 

Vuika. 

But,  Gospod,  I  am  a  poor  man  of  low  station. 

IZZET. 

And  I  am  a  poor  man  in  high  station :  that  is 
the  only  difference  between  us. 

Vuika. 
Oh,  Gospod  ! 

IZZET  (to  MuSTAPHA). 

"Well,  then,  give  the  rascal  ten  shekels. 

Vuika  (receives  money  from  Mustapha). 
Ten  shekels  1     Gospod,  I  am  devoted  to  you  for 
a  lifetime;  I —    But  he  has  given  me  only  five  I 

IZZET. 

That's  all  right.  Everybody  who  has  any  thing 
to  do  with  us  Turks  must  be  satisfied  with  fifty  per 
eeut,  and  consider  themselves  lucky  to  get  that. 

Vuika. 

Oh,  these  devilish  shabby  Moslems! 

Vladimir  (whispers  to  Vuika). 
The  Russians  pay  what  they  promise. 

Vuika  (as  he  is  led  away  by   two   Bashi-Bazouks, 
aside) . 
Just  wait,  Pasha:  I  shall  be  revenged  I     lExit.'] 

IZZET. 

One  thing  more.  The  Muscovitish  attiie  of  my 
bride  destroys  the  illusion.  Mustapha,  get  the 
best  of  clothing  and  jewelry  ready.  [To  Vlad- 
imir.] AudyouV  what  is  your  name ? 

Vladimir  (quickly). 
Yiadi —     \_Correciing']  Fatinitza,  your  highness! 

IZZET. 

Well,  Fatinitza,  in  the  mean  while  you  can  assist 
your  mistress  at  her  toilet,  until  these  perturbed 
spirits  here  have  calmed  themselves.  The  rest  of 
vou  now  follow  me,  and  listen  to  a  halt'-houi'"s 
lecture  on  domestic  economy!  [^4//  exit  except 
Vladimir  and  Lydia.] 

DUETTO. 

Vladimir. 

I  fear  to  think  what  is  her  destiny. 
With  dread  and  doubt 
•    T  think  what  will  the  ending  be; 

WhatwiUitbe?  r 


Ltdia. 
I  fear  to  think  what  fate  shall  be. 
What  is  my  destiny? 
What  will  of  all  the  ending  be? 
The  case  a  serious  look  doth  wear; 
But  I'm  not  ready  to  despair: 
Amid  so  many  griefs 
Some  joy  doth  still  remain,  — 
One  friend  I  shall  retain ! 

Vladimir. 

Now  honor  commands:  thy  lips  unseal! 
This  love  doth  withstand:  No,  not  yet  reveal! 
What  .shall  I  do  or  say? 
Which  shall  I  heed  ?  which  voice  obey  ? 

Lydia. 
Here  are  the  gems,  the  robe,  and  veil, 
Costly,  charming.     Wilt  thou  begin 
My  hair  to  smooth  and  dress  ? 

Vladimir. 
Break  not,  O  heart!  thy  grief  repress! 

Lydia. 

Thy  string  of  pearls  becomes  me  well. 
Wilt  lend  me  your  aid? 

Vladimir. 

With  all  my  heart  I'll  be  your  maid. 

Lydia. 

Let  us  begin ! 

Vladimir. 
You  are  obeyed. 

Lydia. 
But,  ah!  be  careful  what  you  do! 
Ah,  such  trembling  movements  nothing  will  availf 
Her  hand  is  all  unskilled;  'tis  plain 
She  knows  not  how :  her  efforts  only  fail ; 
She  tries,  but  loses  time  in  vain. 
The  cause  of  such  a  trembling  hand 
I  cannot  understand: 
If  she  knows  not  the  way, 
I'll  dress  myself  to-day. 

Vladimir. 
Such  trembling  movements  nothing  will  avail,  &c. 

Lydia. 

Well,  then,  will  you  be  so  kind 

As  to  lend  me  now  your  hand 

To  arrange  this  pretty  garland  on  my  hair? 

Now  tastefully  these  pearls  arrange  for  me. 

Vladimir. 
Ah,  she  will  drive  me  mad,  I  see! 

LVDIA. 

This  diadem  is  rich  and  rare : 

'^Tiswell!  now,  come!  let's  finish  now!  'tiagrowirg 
late. 

Vladimir. 
Yes,  yes!  I'm  here,  and  will  not  make  you  wait. 

Lydia  and  Vladimir. 

But,  ah !  be  careful  what  you  do  I 

Vladimir. 
No  more,  no  more!  I'm  not  with  silence  gifted, 

Lydia. 

What's  coming  now  ?  what  would  you  say  ? 

Vladimir. 
I  will  the  truth  no  more  conceal. 

Lydia. 
Explain  —  what  would  you  say? 


FATINITZA. 


25, 


VtADrMIB. 

Howe'er  my  future  it  may  mould, 
I  hare  resolved  it  must  be  told ! 

LVDIA. 

What  mystery  dost  conceal? 
Come,  speak !  the  truth  reveal. 

Vladimir. 

Fraternal  love  burns  within  me, 
And  inspires  me  to  tell  you  here, 
Pray  I  now  for  Vladimir. 

Lydia. 
What  jf  this  mystery  he  will  reveal  to  me  ? 

Vladimir. 

Who  with  love  wastes  away, 
Asks  that  thy  heart  pity  should  sway; 
lie  ns'er  hath  courage  found  to  reveal  his  affection, 
But  hides  the  ilre  profound  that  he  feels  from  de- 
tection. 
If  softly  thy  tender  heart  is  waking, 
To  thoughts  of  love  so  true,  ah,  yes! 
He  will  see  it,  he  will  know. 
He  will  listen  and  will  hear 
If  love  should  hope,  not  fear! 
Look  on  him  with  pitying  eye, 
And  do  not  a  pardon  to  him  deny,  — 
To  him  who  such  love  doth  on  thee  bestow,  — 
And  that  brother,  that  brother  am  1 1 

Lydia. 

Ah,  what  hear  I  ? 

I  seem  to  dream, 

And  fear  that  all  may  not  be  true  I 

[s  he  with  me  ? 

Wha,t  rapture  in  a  thought  so  new  I 

I  seem  to  dream  I 

Vladimir. 
'Tis  like  a  dream! 
She's  here  with  me! 
Ah,  yes!  she's  still  with  me! 

Both. 

Fate  turns  now  kindly  from  sorrows  past; 

Hope  beckons  me  on  with  a  smile  at  last; 

Sweet  voices  of  faith  from  above 

I  hear  softly  whispering  words  of  love : 

The  hour  of  sorrow's  past. 

And  love  doth  smile  at  last. 

Vladimir. 

And  may  I  hope  then  ? 

Lydia. 

Who  asks  for  little  may  yet  hope  for  more  1 

Both. 
Voices  whisper  words  of  love. 

lAt  the  close  of  duet,  Lydia  exit.  Vladimir,  who 
has  conducted  Lydia  to  door,  stands  a  moment 
gazing  after  her.     The  four  women  enter  softly.} 

Nursidah. 

Come,  sisters,  we  cannot  allow  our  lord  and  mas- 
ter to  take  this  Christian  maiden  as  wife.  Come, 
let  us  scratch  out  her  eyes.  Ah!  Revenge!  re- 
venge I 

The  Three  Others. 

Revenge!  revenge! 

Vladimir. 

For  heaven's  sake,  ladies,  don't  come  to  blows! 
You  are  beside  yourselves  with  rage.  I  compre- 
hend the  situation,  and  sympathize  with  you. 


NUR5  BAH. 

What,  Christian   maiden!   you,   too,   hate  your 
companion  ? 

Vladimir. 
Hate?    Quite  the  contrary ! 

Nursidah. 
Perhaps  you  would  like  to  put  yourself  in  her 
place. 

Vladimir. 
No,  upon  my  honor !     Hear  me,  charming  play- 
mates.   A  hundred  thousand  piasters  shall  be  yours 
I  if  you  help  to  set  us  free,  —  her  and  me. 

Nursidah. 
A  hundred  thousand  piasters  I 

DiOXA. 

And  we  would  be  rid  of  them  both ! 

Vladimir. 
But  it  must  be  soon  —  this  very  day.     I  give  you 
my  word  of  honor  as  an  officer  that  you  shall  re- 
ceive the  money. 

Nursidah^ 
Your  word  of  honor  as  an  officer  ? 

Vladimir. 
Quite  right.     The  word  of  honor  which  an  offi- 
cer over  yonder  has  given  to  me,  —  a  Russian  lieu- 
tenant. 

Nursidah. 
Whom  you  love  ? 

Vladimir. 
Unspeakably!    He  and  I  are  one  in  body  and 
soul! 

Nursidah. 
And  he  has  many  women  in  his  harem  ? 

Vladimir. 
Unfortunately  he  has  not.     Occidental  civiliza- 
tion stupidly  forbids  a  cavalry  officer  driving  such 
a  charming  four-in-hand  as  you  before  his  chariot 
of  Ufe. 

ZULEIKA. 

But  what  shall  we  do  ? 

Vladimir. 
Find  us  some  means  of  escape.     As  I  have  said, 
a  hundred  thousand  piasters  are  yours. 

Nursidah. 
You  can  trust  in  me :  I  will  save  you. 

All  Four. 
You  can  trust  in  all  of  us. 

Vladimir. 
Most  glorious  I 

DiONA. 

But  can  we  trust  in  you? 

Vladimir. 
Upon  my  honor ! 

Besika. 

Honor?     You  are  a  woman ! 

Vladimir. 
Perhaps  not  so  much  as  you  think*  and,  if  it  wiD 
win  your  confidence,   then  listen!     The    Princess 
Lydia  is  worshipped  by  a  young  Russian! 

ZULEIKA. 

And  this  Russian,  —  where  is  he? 

Vladimir. 
Not  far  from  here. 


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FATINITZA. 


All.     Where  ?  where  ? 

Vladimir.     Will  you  swear  to  assist  him? 

All.     We  swear ! 

Vladlmir.    Well,  then! 

^£'A'7'£'r7'£'.— Vladimir. 

Well,  then  !     So  know — that  young  Russian — is 
ayself ! 
The  Women.     Ha  !  A  man !  a  man !  Is  it  true  ? 
Vladimir  {aside).     They're  all  half  crazed  ! 
All  Foi:r.    A  man  !    A  man  !     Is  it  true  ? 
Vladimir.     So  much  amazed  ! 
All.     With  us  he's  jesting. 
Vladimir.     They're  whi.spering. 
All.     ^'ou  are  untruthful. 
Vladimir.    And  smiling. 
All.     It  cannot  be — no! 

Vladimir. 
Like  startled  doves,  affrighted, 
These  women  fly,  excited, 
If  you  breathe  the  name  of  man — 
They  go  circling  aroimd  in  their  flight, 
IJut  soon  alight. 
Recovered  from  their  fright 
All  Four. 
We  closely  scan. 
Is  she  a  man  ? 
What  then  are  we  ?  no  !  no ! 
Nursidah. 
Thou  a  man  ?    It  cannot  be  ! 
Face  and  form  say  "  no,"  you  see. 
Rosy  cheeks,  like  those  you  wear — 
Man  ne'er  boasted  sucii  a  pair! 
Rosy  cheeks,  like  those  you  bear, 
Men  don't  wear— no!  Ha,  ha,  ha,  &c. 
Thou  a  man  ?     It  cannot  be  ! 

All  Four. 
Ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha ! 
Thou  a  man  ?    1 1  cannot  be ! 

Dion  A. 
Thou  a  man  ?  No,  sav  not  so ; 
''J'would  be  falsehood,  lies,  you  know. 
Little  feet,  like  those  you  own. 
Arc,  thank  heav'n,  for  us  alone! 
Little  feet,  like  tiiosc  you  own. 
Are  ours  alone,  yes  !     Ha,  ha,  ha,  &c. 
Thou,  a  man  ?     No,  say  not  so  ! 
All  Four. 
Ha,  ha,  ha,  h.-i,  ha,  ha,  ha  !  &c 

ZULEIKA. 

Thou  a  man  ?     No,  'lis  not  true  ; 
Men  coulil  never  laugh  like  you  ! 
Merry  glance,  like  that  you  throw, 
Eye  of  man  could  never  show  ! 
Merry  glance,  like  that  you  throw, 
Men  ne'er  show,  no  !     Ha,  ha,  ha  !  &c. 
Thou  a  man?  No,  'tis  not  true  ! 
All  Four. 
Ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  &c 
Besika. 
Thou  a  man  ?    1 1  makes  me  lau^h  1 
Where  do  men  have  e'en  the  hall 
Such  a  charming  mouth  as  this, 
With  such  corai  lips  to  kiss; 
Such  a  charming  mouth  as  this — 
Made  to  kiss,  no !    Ha,  ha,  ha!  &c 
Thou  a  man  ?  It  makes  me  laugh ! 


All  Four. 
Ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha  !  Thou  a  man,  9be»    . 
Vladimir. 
To  many  charms  and  graces 
You  are  pleased  to  find  in  me ; 
Half  those  your  fancy  traces 
Might  well  make  me  vain,  you  see! 
You  err ;  come  touch  me  bravely, 
Proof  you'll  find  I'm  not  a  Miss; 
Then  on  each  mouth  I'll  naively 
Leave  a  kiss ! 

All  Four. 
Ah,  5'es !  a  kiss  thus  offered. 
As  a  proof  of  sex  may  serve  ; 
A  young  man's  lips  will  swiftly 
Send  a  thrill  through  every  nerve  ! 
So,  if  your  lips  are  not  like  ice. 
But  like  a  bright  flame  burn. 
That  you're  a  young  man,  sweet  and  nice, 
To  doubt  no  more,  we'll  learn. 

NURSIDAII  &  DlONA. 

Come,  kiss  me  now  ! 

ZULEIKA  &  BESIKA. 

Without  delay. 

All. 
The  riddle's  key  thou'lt  quickly  show 
If  thou  art  a  man  or  no. 

Lydia. 
{Dressed  in  Turkish  costume,  enters  hurriedlv.) 
Hold  up  ! 

All  Four  {angrily). 
I'd  like  to  see  what  right  has  she 
To  thus  prohibit  this  fair  exhibit. 
That  goes  forsooth,  to  show  the  truth — 
Our  mouths  just  missing  the  proffer'd  kissing.  \Vhy  ? 

Lvdia. 
Because  I  have  the  right. 
And  he  is  greedy,  quite. 
Now  cease  this  vain  contention, 

About  a  foolish  flirt ; 
No  kisses  or  caresses 

Must  you  from  me  divert! 

All  Four. 
If  true,  pray  tell  us  why  ? 
Lvdia. 
I  try  to  conceal  in  vain 
The  flame  that  within  me  is  burning  bright; 
To  him  1  devote  all  my  love's  sweet  pain 
Of  this  fond,  and  this  only  delight. 
Vladimir. 
O  gentle  hcirt,  to  thee 
I'llever  faithful  be; 
Thou  openest  heaven  to  me, 
More  ask  I  not  from  thee. 

Vladimir  &  Lydia. 
No  more  I  ask  or  wish  from  thee. 
Ever  true  to  thee  my  heart  shall  be  ! 

All  Four. 

We  clearly  see,  no  doubt  remains; 

From  every  claim  we  set  you  free. 

A  pledge  of  friendship,  be  this  right  hand  ' 

Lydia. 
That  heaven  have  pity,  let  us  now  demand   , 


f 


lATINITZA. 


All. 

When  at  evening,  friendly  shadows 
Shroud  the  sl<ies  witli  tlicir  dark  veil, 
Then  the  work  nuist  hi  accomplished; 
With  stron-j;  hearts  it  cannot  fail. 
Keep  on  guard,  wilii  coura^ie  steeled, 
Be  our  plans  with  care  concealed, 
So  that  noihinji;  he  revealed. 
E'er  the  day  is  o"er 
Shall  freedom  smile  on  us  once  more. 

ZULKIKA  (.C/7'///i.'  ft  l^v). 

With  this  key  unlock  the  wicket, 
Of  the  cloister,  near  the  thicket 

llr.siKA. 
Down  the  stairway,  softly,  mind  you; 
You  will  in  the  garden  find  you. 

Nl'USlDAIl. 

Easy  passage  then  you'll  get 
On  the  river,  frozen  yet. 
All. 
If  the  darkness  us  avail. 
In  our  woik  we  cannot  fail ; 
Strong  in  heart,  hold  in  deed. 
In  this  work  we'll  succeed. 
(A//£r  the  Sextette  all  exit.     IV/ten  the  s/agt  is 
empty  Mustai-ha  enters  atuilooks  around.) 

MlT.STAniA. 

Nobody  liere;   t;o  much  the  better.     \_Calls  out"] 
Bring  in  the  Knssiaii  envoys! 
[7'<«o  officers  cntir,  lend in<]  IIakdv  and  Steipanx 

hLindjoldcil  heliveen  them.^ 

IIakdv. 
Ail!  [snlutiiiffl    Sali'in  aleikuml    Have  the  hon- 
o«  I     What  V  nobody  here y 

SrRii'A.w. 
Ah,  Mr.  Hardy!   there  is  sutae  kiud  of  a  Mussul- 
man back  theiu. 

IL\i!nv  {salutes  serernl  times). 
Effcndi !  saiein  aleiLum  !     Allah,  U  Allah!    Jlahat 
ULum. 

[MusTAi'ilA  does  not  move.'} 
IIakdv. 
My  supply  of  Turkish  i.s  cxiisiusted.     Steipann, 
•uppose  you  try. 

SiKII'ASN. 

I  know  only  three  Turkish  words, 
and  baLi/iisli ;    that  ia.-t  iiieaitiiig  a 
WO  try  that.     [/J,i>cL  oui]  JlaL>h,s/,! 
MuSTAJ'UA    {coinr.s    ijuiiihi  /oiicurd    with  a   tervde 
Milaani). 

Effendiuj  ? 

Hakdv. 

The  word  "fee"  ha.>  a  wonderful  effect  in  all 
languages.  [7'o  AIubiaI'Iia]  Where  ia  his  excel- 
lency V 

MU^TAI-HA. 

You  will  s<^K)ii  be  pt^rmilled  to  sun  yourselves  in 
lus  presence ! 

Hakdv  {In  Mi-stai'Iia). 


Racht,  pillaw, 
fee.      Supi>ose 


And  ni; 


ly 


he 


Minitled    to  a.sk  in  whose  pres- 
tnce  1  am  sunning  myhelt  at  preseutV 

•MrsTAI'HA. 

I  am  Mu.sta))ha,  gu.irdi^ii  of  the  harem. 

llAt:i>\. 
U  tortunate  man  I     .Si«    vli>'    earrt    of   the    many 
better  halve»  of  Itis  excellency  ib  entrusted  to  you. 


She  is  luy  sweet- 


In  undertone). 
I  am  his  sister. 


MUSTAPUA. 

Erett!    Yes  I 

Vi.ADiMiK  (enters). 
His  voice  1     It  is  he,  with  Steipaun!     Hardy,  nay 
dear  old  boy  1  how  are  you? 

Stkii'ann  (aside). 
Holy  Petrovitch!  the  lieutenant! 

MUSTAI'IIA  {sirini/ihi/  fiig  whip). 

Allah   kerim!     A]>art,  apart!     March   in  ther«, 
bold  girl  1  or  — 

Steipann. 
Beg  pardon  I  but,  my  dear  Kislar  aga!  — 

Mi;sTAriiA. 
Silence,  Giaour!     It  wouM  cost  me  my  head  if  hia 
excellency  should  learn    that  the   sanctity  of    hii 
harem  had  been  violated. 

Hardy  (presses  a  coin  into  /lis  hand ;  leads  him  aside 
III  undertone). 
Hush!    Make  no  fuss  about  it. 
heart. 

MUSTAPIIA. 

I  understand. 

Vl.ADiMin  (tales  him  aside. 
Don't  make  any  fuss  alxiut  it: 

MUSTAPJIA. 

Impossible! 
Steipann  (as  Vladimir  and  Hardy  embrace  onee 
more,  lakes  Mustapiia  aside.     In  undertone). 
Let  up  a  little,  .Moslem  :  she  is  his  wife.     [Gives 
him  monei/.'] 

Mustapiia  (astonished). 
Allah  kerim!     His  sister,  his  sweetheart,  andth* 
mother  of  his  children.     Oh  these  Muscovites! 

Vladimik  (in  uiidettiine  to  Hakdy). 
You  come  with  ran.som  for  Lydia  and  nie.     Hold 
Mustapha's   attention    for   a  moment:    1  want  to 
speak  a  word  with  bteijiann.     [C'u//.>]  Steipaun  I 

StKII'ANN. 

Lieutenant!  —  fairest  Fatinitza,  T  meant  to  say. 

Hardy   (approaches  Mi^stapiia;   takes  him  by  the 
arm). 
^re  will  leave  them  l>y  themselves  a  moment, 
Effsjudi.     He  is  her  loiig-h)st  father  I 

Ml'STAPIIA. 

Allah  hilier!     What  relations! 

Vl-VDImir  (has  been  wiih  Steipann  at  background, 
where  they  have  spoken  animaiedlii  toi/ether,  and 
shown  him  tint  key  secretly.     In  undertone). 
Here  is  the  key. 

Steipann. 
I   understand,   lieutenant!      I  thought  1  would 
bruig  your  imiform  along,  in  case  you  wanted  it. 

Ml'stapha. 
.Allah   kerim!     The   I'asha    is   coining!     Away, 
maiden!  away  to  your  cliamber! 

Vl.ADi.MIK. 

I  have  told  Steipaun  every  thing.     Now,  try  to 
send  him  back  tu  our  camp  as  soon  as  possible. 

Mustapiia. 
Away,  or  we  are  all  lost! 

Vl.ADl.MIP.. 

Now,  take  care,  and  be  vigilant. 

.MlSTAI'IIA. 

OS  with  you  now,  or  we  shall  lose  our  headal 


^' 


fATINITZA. 


[Vj  iDiMiR  exit.     IzzET   Fasha  appears  in  baek- 

ground.'] 

Mdstapha. 
The  Russian  envoys,  your  highness! 

IzzET  (jiods  condescendingly). 
Kosh  geldin  I    you  are  welcome  1     [  To  Musta- 
»  HA,  without  turning  his  head^  Mustaphal 

MUSTAPHA. 

Effendim? 

IzzET  (as  be/ore). 
Coffee!  tobacco! 

MuSTAPHA. 

Kafedshi!  Chihudshi! 

IZZET. 

You  have  come,  O  stranger,  to  offer  me  a  ransom 
for  one  of  my  prisoners. 

Hardy. 

For  both  of  them,  your  highness. 

IZZET. 

Then  you  will  be  disappointed.  I  shall  retain 
the  charming  Lydia  for  myself.  As  for  the  other, 
Bhe  is  nothing  to  me. 

Hardy  (aside). 
So  much  the  more  to  the  general. 

IZZET. 

I  will  return  her  —  in  exchange?  for  money,  of 
IPurse.     Now,  waat  do  you  offer  for  Fatinitza? 


Hardy. 


Ahem! 


Mustapha  (steals  to  Izzet  —  whispers  quickly). 
Your  highness,  shb  is  his  wife. 

IzzET  (aside). 
Then  I  will  press  him. 

Hardy. 

\Vell,  your  highness,  I  think  a  thousand  rubles 
is  plenty  for  her. 

IZZKT. 

Oh,  she  is  worth  more  than  five  times  that  sum! 

Hardy. 

Five  thousand  rubles  ?  Your  highness  must  be 
jesting.     I  will  give  two  thousand. 

IZZET. 

Four  thousand:  those  are  bottom  figures  ! 

Hardy. 
Then  I  guess  we'll  let  you  keep  her,  and  wel- 
me,  your  highness ! 

IZZET. 

Allah,  il  Allah !    I  keep  your  wife? 

Hardy. 

She  has  a  lot  of  faults:  her  greatest  is  a  total 
ek  of  womanly  qualities. 

IZZET. 

In  spite  of  that  she  will  cost  you  thirty-five  hun- 
dred. But  I  will  give  up  Lyilia  at  no  price.  Her 
Kl'^iaet  willed  that  she  should  fall  to  me,  and  she 
ghall  never  have  cause  to  regret  it. 

Hardy. 

Kismet? 

IZZET. 

Yes,  iCwme^, --Mussulman  lor /ale. 


Hardt. 

Ah,  I  understand! 

IZZET. 

We  go  it  blind  on  Kismet. 

Hardy. 

Well,  then,  will  your  highness  ailow  me  to  de- 
spatch this  good  man  [indicatina  Steipann]  with  a 
letter  to  Count  Kantchukoff,  wnom  I  must  inform 
of  your  inexorable  wiU? 

IZZET. 

You  may.     [CaZfe  as  ie/ore]  Mustaphal 

MusTAPHA  (comes  forward). 
Effendim? 

IzzET  (in  undertone). 
Have  this  man  conducted  with  bandaged  eyes  M 
far  as  the  river. 

MuSTAPHA. 

And  the  other? 

IZZET. 

Remains  my  guest, 

Hardjt  (writes.     In  undertone). 
Now,  Steipann,  tell  the  general  six  thousand  men 
are  not  enough:  we  need  twenty  thousand. 

Steipann. 
All  right,  sir. 

[MuSTAPHA  blindfolds  him  and  leads  him  aroay.} 
IZZET. 

Until  the  return  of  the  Muscovite,  O  stranger! 
you  shall  partake  of  Izzet  Pasha's  hospitality. 
[Claps  his  hands.] 

Servant  (enters). 
Effendim? 

TZZET. 

Champagne!     [Servant  er^'.'^ 

Hardy  (asiae). 
Three  claps  of  the  hand  mean  champagne   in 
Turkish.     I  must  make  a  note  of  that!     [AloudJ 
I  had  an  idea  that  wine  was  forbidden  to  Mussul- 
mans ! 

IZZET. 

Champagne  is  no  wine. 

Hardy. 

O  veuve  Cliquot!  could  you  only  hear  that? 
[  Two  servants  bring  two  pails  of  ice  widi  champagne- 
bottles,  and  also  two  very  handsome  beer-sclwoners.'] 

Hardy. 

What  is  champagne,  then,  if  it  is  not  wine? 

Izzet. 

Yellow  soda-water. 

Hardy  (looks  wonderingly  at  the  size  of  the  glasses). 
Schooners!     [Drinks.]     Fer^  good! 

Izzet  (drinks ;  grows  merrier). 
And  if  it  were  wine  I  wouldn't  care  a  fig.     I 
am  a  reform  Turk!     [Drinks.]     Haha!   reform  is 
a  good  word!     How  do  you  like  it,  stranger? 

Hardy. 

First  class,  your  highness ;  but  I  will  no  longer 
remain  a  stranger  to  you.  I  am  Julian  Hardy,  ao 
American  journalist. 

Izzet. 

Ah !  from  America  ? 

Hardy. 
Yes.     Shall  I  tell  you  something  about  mv  coiin 
try? 


FATINITZA. 


MY  NATIVE  LAITD 


L  There  is     a 
2.       A     mighty 


!^ ^=5^^= r=»^^ [—• «" T— P= ^—  I 


nation  spreads  from  ocean  strand  to  strand.  Where  once  there  knelt  in  prayer  An  humble  Pilgrim  band  ; 
land  far  o'er  the    migh-ty  vrest-ern    sea.Thc  chos  -  en  land  of      u      ni  -  ver  -  sal  lib  -  er  -  ty  ; 


VP 


7)  dolce. 


m 


i^ 


*^-P-r 


i^^^ 


:#=i 


They  found  are- fuge  there  beyond  that  western  sea,   They  braved  a 
A  star-iy  flag  pro-tects  the  youth  and  maiden  fair,      Its    silk -en 


^^^^^^^^^mmw^M 


thousand  perils  for  sweet  liberty/Twas  theirs-'Tis  ours!  beaueathed  to  us  as  a  sacred  tnist,  And  sacred 
fSincTte  brave  men  to  do    and  dare, 'Tis  there  the  stately  pine  and  gently  wavwpa^iU^te    in 


80 


fATIMTZA 


-arr^rrji: 


:?zfc5=v: 


3^ 


l^f^^li^ 


:=/-=:]; 


be  the  soil  that  holds  their  honored  dust, Ah  !  Thou  art   my 

forests  grand  and  fill  the  air  with  balm,  Ah  !  'Tis  ^  ly  dea  • 

fr 


native  land, 
na-*lve  land, 


S?it 


fost'ring  hand, 
fost'ring  hand, 

tr 


:!?^5iS 


11^^ 


Tho' 
Tho' 


far 
far 


from 
from 


thee    I 
tliee    I 


::]=iz::1='— 


m^^m 


roam,  Still 
roam.  Still 


thou 
thou 


art 
art 


home, 
home. 


;!ll^j] 


^i^^^ii 


IZZET. 

Very  fine  sentiments,  and   I   sympathize   with 
them.    And  so  you  are  an  Effendi — who — 

Hardy. 

Who  knows,  sees,  hears,  and   listens  to  every- 
thing; puts  it  on  paper;  ventilates  every  question. 

IZZET. 

A  paper  ventilator !     Aha ! 

Hardy. 
You've  said  it,  Pasha  ! 


IZZET. 

Well,  and  are  you  going  to  ventilate  me  ? 

Hardy. 

The  article  is  ready  in  my  head, — "  Izzet  Pasha, 
or  the  Practical  Reform  Turk." 

Izzet. 
Very  good !    Here's  to  you,  Hardy  Effendi  f 

Hardy. 
The  same  to  you,  old  boy.     You're  a  trump  of  a 
Pasha  !  You  are  making  a  heaven  of  earth  !    What 
splendid  champagne  !     What  an  enchanting  exist- 
ence 1     And  this  Kis7nit,  this  delightful  Kismit  J 

Izzet. 
Yea,  Kismet,— neck  or  nothing. 


DUET.—''  KISMET." 

Izzet. 
Every  author  is,  at  beginning, 
Hopeful  ever,  hopeless  never  ! 

Hakdy. 
Every  maiden,  is  at  beginning, 
Timid  ever,  brazen  never  1 

Izzet. 
If  then  the  world  the  author  hisses, 
That  is  his  Kismet ! 

Hardy. 
If  then  the  maid  risks  all  in  kisses^ 
That  is  her  Kismdt ! 

Izzet. 
If  then  with  trials  his  life  doth  fill^ 

Hardy. 
And  she  for  kisses  seeking  stilly 

Izzet. 

He'll  say 

Hardt. 

She'll  say 

Both. 
Kisn>dt !     Kismdt ! 

Izzet. 
Every  bride  is  at  first  beginnings 
Loving  ever,  saucy  never  I 


FATINITZA. 


81 


She'll  say 

He'll  say 


HARnv. 
Every  husband  is  at  beginning, 
Happy  ever,  ugly  never ! 

IZZET. 

But  when  the  upper  hand  she's  taking;, 
That  is  her  Kismet ! 

Hardv. 
He  sometimes  feels  his  head  is  aching. 
That  is  his  Kismdt ! 

IZZET. 

And  yet,  while  showing  her  teeth  at  will, 

Hardv, 
And  he,  while  rubbing  his  poor  head  still, 

IZZET. 

Hardy. 
Both. 
Kismdt !     Kismdt ! 

Both  {together). 
Modes  and  women,  both  are  fate — 
Ever  changeful  alike  are  they; 
Drain  the  cup  of  joy  to-day ; 
Don't  delay,  love  away  ! 
Who  knows  what  may  be  soon  his  Kismet  ? 
Kismet ! 

Hardv. 
Oh,  what  a  pity,  Pasiia,  that  the  Koran  forbids 
?ou  tc  ehow  me  your  harem ! 

IZZET. 

The  Koran  forbids  nothing  of  the  sortl 

Hardy. 
What!     Really? 

IZZET. 

Hs^a!    No,  of  course  not!    [3/<rrr»er.]  We  Mos- 
lems made  the  rule  ourselves. 

Hardy. 
Well,  if  that  is  so,  brother  Pasha,  then  —  you 
know  —  just  give  me  an  introduction  to  your  wives. 

IrZKT. 

Yok  I  yok !     That  wouldn't  do. 

Hardy. 
Only  think  what  a  chance  it  is  to  make  you  fa- 
mous!    When  I  sling  off  an  article,  "Izzet  raflha's 
Hai-cm,  the  Practical  lleform  Turk  "  — 

IZZET. 

Haha !     That  wouldn  't  be  bad. 

Hardy. 
I  will  call  you  the  finest  cotmoisstwr  of  feminine 
beauty. 

IZZKT. 

That's  ju5t  what  I  am  —  you  bet! 

Hardy. 
I  will  describe  the  charms  of  each  wife  in  the 
BKiNt  enthusiastic  and  poetical  style. 


TZZET. 

That  xcnubl  be  fame.  It  will  be  a  good  adver. 
tisement,  —  give  mc  a  chance  to  s.41  the  whole  four 
of  thcrn.  Tiie  women  are  about  as  good  as  new.' 
So  you  shall  see  them,  brother. 

Hardy. 
That's  right!     Trot  'em  out,  old  boy! 

IZZET. 

But  simply  look  at  them.  Remember  now, 
simply  look  at  them! 

Hardy. 
I  understand.     In  our  exhibitions  it  always  says, 
"  Please  do  not  liandle  the  goods." 

IZZET. 

Yes,  that's  what  I  meant!  \Clar>s  his  hands  thret 
times.'} 

liluSTAPnA  (enters). 
Effendi! 

IZZET. 

The  women  1 

[MCSTAPHA  takes  a  set  of  four  bells,  each  of  a  differ' 
enl  tone,  which  he  sounds  during  the  following.} 

IzzET  (to  Hardy). 
Now  you  shall  see  how  a  wise  wife  knows  the 
tone  of  iter  own  bell. 

Hardy. 
By  Jove!  they  are  trained  like  dogs  in  a  circis! 

BELL   SEXTETTF 

NuRSFDAii  (enter.'i). 
Bells  so  silvery,  thy  sweet  ringing 

On  us  calls  to  be  near  at  hand; 
And  each  fair  one  is  springing 

To  obey  our  Pasha's  new  command. 

Hardy. 
Thus  veiled,  they  all  are  alike  now  to  me. 

IZZET. 

This  is  Nursidah, — a  trifle  dear ; 

Six  tliousand  crowns  paid  1  for  her. 
ZuLEiiCA.     Bells  so  silvery,  &c. 
Hardy.     If  1  mistake  not,  the  lady  is  fair. 

IZZET. 

This  is  Zuleika,  both  fair  and  ripe. 
For  her  1  did  exchange  a  Turkish  pipe. 

NuRSiDAii   &  Zuleika. 

How  kind  he  seems  !  how  gallant  and  gay  I 

The  stranger  hath  a  right  pleasant  way. 

H'ARDY.     Of  envy,  wortiiy  you  well  may  be. 

IzzET.     Just  wait  a  bit — there's  more  to  see. 

Hardy.     1  seem  to  wander  and  gaze  in  a  dreaoL 

IZZET 

This  is  Diona,  to  me  of  worth ; 
She  came  to  honor  my  day  ot  birth. 

Besika  {enters). 
Silver  bell  voice,  &c.  {As  before) 
Hardy.     A  piquant  set. 

In  faith,  is  this  quartette! 
IzzET.  Besika  had  1  in  change,  well  suited, 

For  one  that  left  here,  and  thus  scooted  I 
Hardy. 
I  envy  you,  as  I  said  before, 
How,  with  so  much,  can  you  ask  for  more  ? 

Thh  Four  Wives. 
How  kind  he  seems,  &c    (As  before.) 


82 


FATINITZA. 


I^ZET. 

Will,  open  moutli  he  stands — 
He  looks  witli  surprise  at  this. 
Rollin;^  his  eyes  in  ecstasies  : 
Therefore,  it  can't  be  gainsaid, 
Without  com4)are,  the  choice  is  made. 

Allah  !     Allah  ! 
All  these  fair  beauties  my  treasures  are  I 

Hardy. 
How  charming  a  view  is  this, 
That  fills  the  eyes  with  ecstasies  f 
With  exquisite  forms,  1  find — 
Graceful  beyond  compare,  and  kind. 

Allah  !     Allah  ! 
I'd  like,  most  certain,  to  be  a  Pasha ! 

The  Four  Wives. 
Ah  !  see  how  surprised  he  is  ! 
With  his  eyes  fixed  in  ecstasies  ! 
All,  gallantly,  doth  he  find. 
Amiable,  charming,  fair  and  kind  ! 

Allah!     Allah! 
Leave  us  not,  stranger,  now  for  the  war, 

IZZET. 

He  the  press  makes  his  profession, 
Everything  knowing,  sees  all  that's  going: 
Of  views  as  artist  gives  expression; 
Wisdom  e'er  showing,  judgment  bestowing. 
I  would  have  him  see  you  all : 
Rise  and  let  your  veils  down  fall. 

Hardy  {dazzled). 
Ha  !     How  charming  a  view,  &c.  {As  before) 

The  Four  Wives  &  Slaves. 
Ah  !  see  how  surprised  he  is,  &c.     {As  before.) 

IZZET. 

Ah  !  what  says  lie  ? 

Like  a  statue  he  stands  !     Ha! 

How  seems  it?     Have  you  gazed  yet  enough? 

Of  rarest  types  they  are  all,  indeed! 

( 71?  the  wives.) 

Dost  love  me  alone  ? 
Come,  speak  out,  is  it  true  ? 

Wives  (shaking  their  heads  negatively). 
Yes!    Yes! 

IZZET. 

They  affirm  it! 

Hardy. 
Would  kisses  from  others 
Give  pleasure  to  you  ? 

Wives  {nodding  aj/irmaiively). 
No !     No ! 


Hardt. 

And  men  attractive  ? 

Wives  {nodding). 
No!    No! 

Hardy. 
You  like  flirtation? 

Wives  {shaking  their  heads). 
Yes!    Yes! 


Mystification  ? 


Hardy. 


They  deny  it. 
Virtue  is  active  ? 


IZZET. 

Hardy. 


Wives  {negatively  shaking  heads). 
Yes  1    Yes ! 


Wives  {nodding). 
No !    No ! 

Hardy. 
In  this  case,  they're  not  amiss — 
We  refuse,  but  the  Jio  still  means /«/ 
If  the  other  way  v.-e  go. 
We  assent,  but  the  jrj  still  means  no/ 
Many  times,  as  you'll  guess, 
No  is  close  beside  i\\t  yes  / 
IzzET. 
Ah,  women's  the  same  still,  wherever  you  go, 
She  winks  to  yow  yes,  while  she  says  to  you  7W  / 
The  difference  between  them,  amounts  but  to  this: 
They  say  to  you  no,  but  intend  it  ior yes / 
No  variation  lies 
In  nationalities ; 
From  Caucasus  to  Chili,  they're  the  same  ! 

Chorus. 
Say  zyes  for  a  7to,  a  no  for  ?iyes — 
This  is  the  common  way  with  us  ! 

MUSTAPHA. 

The  festival  your  highness  ordered  is  ready. 

Izzet. 
Then  bring  fair  Lydia  to  me; 
The  festival's  sunshine  must  she  be. 

Hardy  {aside). 
'Tis  almost  time  for  our  friends  to  come. 

(MusTAPHA  opens  the  doors.     Lydia  enters,  at- 
tended by  slaves.) 

Izzet. 

Now  for  the  Karagois. 

Hardy. 
What  is  that  ?  if  I  may  ask. 

Izzet. 
Karagois  is  a  shadow  play— the  :omedy  of  the 
Moslem. 

Hardy. 

Aha!     By  Jove  !     I  breathe  freer !     What  luck! 
What  splendid  material  for  descriptive  writing! 


FATmiTZA. 


3d 


Lydia  {iindertone  to  Hardy). 

Let  us  pray  that  the  plan  of  our  friends   may 
succeed. 

Hardy  {the  same). 

It  is  almost  time  for  them.     Has  Vladimir  told 
you  all,  princess  t 

Lydia.     He  has.     But  now  we  must  be  silent. 

IzzET  {aloud).        Where  is  Massaldshi  .> 

Massaldshi  {reader  of  the  story  to  the  play  ^ 

Here,  exalted  sii  ! 

IzzET.     Begin ! 

{The  stage  is  darkened  in  front.  The  curtains  in 
background  are  opened,  revealing  a  white  sheet 
stretched  so  as  to  show  the  shadows  front  behind.) 

Massaldshi  {reciting). 

"  Ben-Jemin  and  Surdma  "  is  the  title  of  the  play 
With  which  I'll  entertain  you,  if  so  you  wish,  to-day. 
Disturb  not  my  recital  by  noise  or  questions  tame. 
And  if  you've  aught  to  speak  of — well  keep  still  all 

the  same. 
Sur(fma,  lovely  daughter  of  Jussuf,  the  Kabyle, 
A  child  whose  sixteen  summers  did  many  charms 

reveal — 
Fell  deepi«4ove!     The  object  to  whom  her  heart 

she  gave, 
Was  Ben-Jemin,  the  handsome,  who  was,  in  fact, 

her  slave. 
But  he  had  no  suspicion  where  she  her  love  had 

placed, 
Ne'er  dreamed  that  he,  her  servant,  was  as  her  idol 

graced. 
He  was  so  cold,  that  anger  awoke  within  her  heart ; 
What  dame  would  not  be  wrathful  at  such  neglect- 
ful part } 
She  shrewdly  thus  addressed  him,  "  How  crimson 

is  your  cheek ! 
You  seem  unv/ell  and  troubled  ;  if  ill,  what  ails  you  ? 

speak ! 
I  judge  that  you  are  feverish,  from  your  unsteady 

gait ; 
Sit  down  near  me  and  rest  you,  and  all  your  griefs 

relate." 
A  Hebrew  was  Ben-Jemin,  Ben-Jochem's  son,  they 

say; 
Alarmed, — of  spies  suspicious, — he  turned  and  ran 

away. 
Surprised,  enraged,  Surdma  to  angry  words  gave 

vent; 
Such   contumelious   action   she   must  and  would 

resent. 
She  cried,  "  You  bashful  Jew  boy,  hold  up,  stop,  be 

a  man ! " 
The  loved  one  kept  on  running,  and  after  him  she 

ran. 
Two  aged,  pious  ladies  o'erheardwhat  had  occurred, 
And  rushed  to  tell  the  father,  with  many  a  damning 

word. 
What  they  themselves  had  witnessed  from  their 

retreat  near  by. 
The  prince,  at  first,  believed  not  that  his  daughter 

was  so  sly, 
But  when   they  had  convinced  him,   enraged   by 

what  he  heard. 
He  smote  all  things  about  him,  and  tore   his   hair 

and  beard. 
Of  his  wild  beasts,  the  keeper,  a  darkey  called  he 

there. 


With  many  an  angry  gesture,  and  many  a  vengefiH 

air; 
He  whisper'd  something  fearful  in  his  astonish'd  car. 
And  then  his  heart  grew  calmer,  his  voice  njore 

soft  and  clear. 
Surdma  found   it    irksome,   and    could   not   long 

endure 
To  be  angry  with  her  loved  one  for  what  he  could 

not  cure ; 
The  fire  within  her  bosom  could  not  be  quenched 

at  will. 
So  she  made  to  Ben  confession  that  she  adored 

him  still. 
But  scarcely  had  the  lovers  begun  to  taste  theii 

bliss. 
And  lose  their  wits  and  senses  in  many  a  loving 

kiss, 
When  with  roarings  loud,  terrific,  that  through  the 

still  air  rung, 
Two  wild  beasts  from  the  thicket  rushed  out,  and 

towards  them  sprung. 

(Ben-Jemin  andSxswEUX  fee  with  genriine  screams 
of  terror.  Kantchukofk  rt/;<^  Steipann  appear 
as  shadows  with  swinging  sabres.) 

IzzET.     Two  Russians  !  the  play  is  new  and  good. 
Make  those  wild  beasts  appear — 
That  would  not  be  so  bad  ! 
Lydia  {aside).     At  last ! 
IzzET.     Go  on  there  ;  don't  you  interrupt ! 
Lydia  {softly).  On  us  it  smiles  again,  sweet  liberiv  ' 
IzzET.     The  play  is  good  ;  ah,  ha  ! 

'Tis  good,  and  makes  me  laugh  ! 
Russians  ((?7//j-/V/6').  Hurrah!  Hurrah! 
Lydia.     Come  onward  !     By  your  bold  deeds 

The  victory  is  completed. 
IzzET.     What's  that  noise — that  disturbance  ? 
Lydia.     Now  forward  !  O  soldiers  brave  ! 

My  heart  e.xults  within  me  ! 
Russians.     Hurrah !     Hurrah ! 
Chorus.     Hurrah !     Hurrah  ! 
IzzET  &  Turks.    Allah  !    Allah  ! 
YhATtmiK  {enters  dressed  as  an  officer).     Lydia, 
Julian,  relief  now  is  here  ! 

Russians  {ensemble). 
Russia,  now,  in  all  her  splendor  shines  ! 

Turks.     Allah  !  on  these  Russian  traitors  fall ! 

General  Kaxtciiukoff.  Surrender!  resist- 
ance is  in  vain.     Let  nobody  stir  from  the  spot. 

IzzET.    This  is  my  Kismdt. 

Vladimir  {hiding  behind  Hardy).  For  hea- 
ven's sake,  don't  Icthim  recognize  me  ! 

General.  Where  is  she?  Where  is  Faiin- 
itza .? 

Hardy.     Fatinitza  has  been  carried  off. 

General.  Fatinitza  carried  off.?  Just  wait, 
Pasha!  for  that  I  annex  all  your  wives  ! 

Zuleika.  Exalted  sir,  we  shall  follow  you  witli 
pleasure.  {To  Izzet.)  That  shall  be  your  pun- 
ishment, you  reform  Turk ! 

The  Other  Women.     Evett!    Evett!    Yes 
Yes! 

Izzet.     Mustapha,  persuade  them  ! 


M 


FATINITZA. 


MCSTAPHA. 

To  hear  is  to  obey!     [About  to  tise  Ms  whip.'] 

Uknekal     Kantchukoff    (striking     Mustapha 
icilh  the  knout). 
Chnrrt  vasmi '.     You  son  of  a  Turk  !     [To  the  offi.- 
oerA  Take  the  women  with  you.     And  you,  Pasha, 
klie  knout  for  youl 

IZZET. 

Oh,  Kismet!  Kismet/ 


ENSEMBLE. 

Lydia  &  Four  Wives. 
Oh,  how  through  the  golden  haze, 
Of  joy,  now  stream  the  brilliant  rays  ! 
'Mid  clashing  of  arms  around. 
Arvthems  from  grateful  hearts  resound. 

Ardor  !  valor  !  laurels  and  bays 

Will  crown  these  days. 

IZZET. 

Oh!    Oh! 
That  infernal  Kismdt! 
Oh!  Allah!  Oh! 

Kantchukoff,  Hardy  &  Steipann. 

Ah,  yes  !  the  whiplash  ! 
So  well  to  the  back  'lis  adjusted  1 

All  form  now  in  line — 

Every  corporal, 

Captains  and  majors  all 

Every  general, 
And  the  great  Kantchukofif. 


[Curtain.] 


THIRD  ACT. 

CHIMES  OF  PEACE. 
Odes.sa.    In  the  summer-palace  of  Gen.  KantschukofF. 

{When  the  curtain  rises,  Lydia  with  the  four 
wovien  hasten  across  the  scene  on  balcony.  All 
^azejixedly  off  R.,  and  wave  their  handkerchiefs. 
LvDiA  comes  forward,  while  the  four  women  re- 
main in  the  background.) 

BELL  ARIA. 

LVDIA. 

Holy  belli  whose  peal  outringing 

Joy  is  bringing,  I  feel  it  flinging 

O'er  us  its  spell  I 

Semi  thy  peace  throughout  tlie  nation, 

Tiie  consolation 

Of  weary  hearts. 

Chime  on  gaily;  for  thy  ringing 

Hope  renewed  imparts: 

liut  amid  the  joy  can  I  rejoice? 

Comes  to  me  sweet  p'vice  with  soothing  voice? 

Feels  my  soul  in  .sorrow: 

Calm  will  bo  the  morrow; 

Hope  and  fuitli  smile  again. 

To  this  hoart  will  fate  my  love  restore? 

When  phall  I  agahi  his  face  behold? 


Will  his  smile  illume  this  life  once  more, 
Dry  my  tears  that  fall  untold? 
Will  those  tones  to  heaven  ascending 
Bear  a  w  ord  of  love  for  me  ? 

[L  \'Di A  seats  herself.    The  four  women  comefonvard, 

Steipann  (limps  tn  with  a  cane). 
A  guest! 

All  (joyfully). 
Vladimir!  Vladimir! 

Steipann. 
No:  his  friend,  the  newspaper-man! 

Lydia. 
What  fortune  I     Perhaps  he  brings  glad  news. 

Hardy  (enters). 
At  first  glad  news,  1  live;  then  gladder  news,  he 
lives;  then  the  gladdest  news  of  all,  he  is  close  byl 

Four  Women. 

Allah  kerim  !  he  lives  I 

Steipann. 
He  lives ! 

Lydia. 

At  last,  certainty:  lie  lives ! 

Hardy. 
I  hastened   to  come  on  before,  princess,  that  I 
might  find  out  the  truth  about  a  certain  rumor,  -- 
that  you  arc  betrothed  to  a  Prince  Terchi  —  Shwer- 
chi —     (^'/leecci)  Hachoo! 

Lydia. 

SwertikoffI 

Hardy. 
Swertikoff  —  correct.     Is  that  true? 

Ly-dia. 

Yes  and  no  I  My  uncle,  who  has  won  over  the 
Grand  Duchess  Imanovna,  wants  me  to  marry  him! 

Hardy. 
Poor  Vladimir! 

Lydta. 
Rather  say,  "Poor  Swertikoff;  "  for  I  will  never 
marry  him,  never! 

Hardy. 
Good    enough  I     Well,    Vladimir  has    deserved 
you.     AVith  the  name  Lydia  cn\  his  lips  he  wrought 
heroic  deeds  at  Plevna.     You  know  1  was  with  the 
Russians  all  through  the  siege. 

Steipann  (f/rvmb!inf;  to  himself). 
Chorrtu !     A   reporter  there,  while   I  —  {jyointing 
to  his  maimed  foot). 

Hardy. 
Well,  Steipann,  how  goes  it? 

Steipann. 

Miserably,  miserably!  as  you  see.  The  devilish 
Turkish  bullet!  Rut  the  fair  princess  has  takeu 
good  care  of  me  here  in  the  general's  palace. 

Hardy. 

Well,  how  is  the  old  gentleman?  I  hope  tl,9 
course  of  events  has  luade  him  forget  the  divii.a 
Fatiuitza  ? 

Lydia. 

On  the  contrary  he  is  posses-'^ed  with  the  idea  of 
finding  his  love  again;  and  only  in  onhi  to  hud 
an  excuse  to  talk  constantly  about  Fatiuitza  did 
he  allow  me  to  t;iko  these  iX)or  women  into  the 
palace. 


FATINITZA. 


85 


Hardy. 

What!  The  lovely  collection  from  Izzet  Pasha's 
harem  in  a  Russian  edition?  (To  Lydia)  So  the 
old  gentleman  is  determined  to  marry  you  off  this 
Tery  day.  I  see  it  is  high  time  that  we  should 
take  an  active  part. 

Lydia. 

But  how? 

Hardy. 

r  hardly  know  how  myself  as  yet.  {Calls\  Stei- 
pauul 

Steipann. 
Sir? 

Hardy. 
Announce  me  to  the  general. 

Steipaxn. 
The  general  is  announcing  himself.    He  has  been 
80  ever  since  tlie  days  of  Itustchuk.     Come,  girls, 
let  us  get  out  of  his  way  I 

General  IvAxxcnuKOFF  (enters). 
Chorrt  vasmiH     Ten  tiiousand  lashes  with   the 
knout  for  this  scamp  of  a  chamberlain !     What  did 
J    say?  —  ten  thousand?     No,  twenty  thousand  — 
a  hundred  thousand  —  with  the  knout ! 

Hardy. 

Ah,  I  see  that  our  friend  the  general  is  as  strong 
at  his  decimals  as  he  was  when  before  Rustchuk. 

General  {enrayed). 
Rustchuk!     \_Sces   Haroy;  culms  doicn.'\  What! 
Hardy?     \_Warmhj']  Ah,  my  dear  friend!  welcome 
to  Odessa! 

Hardy. 
Thank  you,  general! 

General. 

What  happy  accident  brings  you  hither  to-day? 

Hardy. 
I  came  on  with  a  part  of  the  Plevna  corps  to 
ioscribe  their  reception    home.     Six  columns   by 
cable ! 

General. 
Good!     Now  you  can  be  a  witness;  but,  first,  a 
word  to  my  niece.     Lydia  Imauovual 

Lydia. 

Uncle? 

General. 

Your  betrothed,  the  Prince  Swertikoff,  has  as- 
eembled  himself  in  the  reception-saloon.  It  is  my 
wish  that  you  welcome  him. 

Lydia. 
But,  uncle! 

General. 

Don't  contradict:  you  know  me!  Your  betroth- 
al is  an  act  of  gratitude  on  my  part.  Forty  years 
ago  he  saved  my  life,  when  1  was  a  lieutenant  in 
the  Caucasus. 

Hardy. 

If  my  computations  are  correct,  then  the  youth- 
ful bridegroom  must  be  at  least  fifty-eight  years 
old. 

General  {with  satix/action). 

You  undervalue  him.  lie  is  sixty- four.  A 
brave  man!  In  saving  me,  he  lost  an  eye;  and  a 
tragment  of  a  sh'ill  took  away  the  greater  part  of 
uis  left  ear,  and  made  him  nearly  deaf. 


Hardy. 

If  he  is  a  shelled  ear,  he  must  be  a  cob. 

Lydia. 

And  you  will  marry  me  to  such  an  ancient  ruin? 

General. 

He  is  one  of  the  best  fellows  in  all  Russia.  In 
the  good  old  days  of  serfdom  he  owned  sixty  thou- 
sand souls. 

Hardy. 

And  not  much  of  a  body. 

Lydia. 
I  feel  no  calling  to  act  the  part  of  ivy  to  this 
ruin. 

General. 

Sorry  for  you ;  but  you  must  marry  him. 

Lydia. 
I  shall  scratch  out  both  his  eyes 

General. 

Impossible  I  he  has  only  one  eye. 

Lyma. 
Uncle,  you  are  a  monster  I 

General. 
Many  have  told  me  that;  but  somehow  I  could 
never  believe  it. 

Lydia. 
I  shall  carry  my  case  to  the  Czar. 

General. 
You   can    do    that    after  the    wedding,   Lydia 
Imanovna.     I  have  given  my  word  to  Swertikoff. 
You  know  me:  so  go  and  welcome  him. 

Lydia. 
Never  I 

Hardy  (m  undertone). 
Obey  him,  princess;  and  in  the  mean  while   I 
will  try  to  bring  the  old  gentleman  around. 

General. 

Do  not  work  me  up,  Lydia,  —  and  go !  Welcome 
Swertikoff,  [calls  after]  and  don't  forget, — he  can 
only  hear  with  his  right  ear! 

Lydia. 
Well,  I  will  scream  such  an  energetic  "  no"  into 
it,  that  that  also  shall  be  made  deaf.     [Exit.} 

Hardy  (aside). 
Fatinitza  must  help  us  again.     [Aloud]  May  I 
know,  general,  your  reason  for  marrying  off    the 
princess  so  summarily? 

General. 
You  know  it  already,  sir. 

Hardy. 
I? 

General. 

Fatinitza  is  the  reason. 

Hardy  (astonished). 
Ohl 

General. 
Yes,  my  friend,  you  know  that  Fatinitza  disap- 
peared on  that  day,  and  left  no  trace  behind  her. 

Hardy. 

I  remember.  [Aside^  Because  she  was  trann 
formed  back  to  Vladimir. 

General. 
Hassan  Bey,  that  Turkish  rascal,  abducfnl  ner. 


FATINITZA. 


Hardt. 

So  they  say. 

Generai.. 

I  know  where  she  went  to. 

Hardy. 

I  am  curious  to  hear. 

General. 

I  have  offered  a  reward  of  one  hundred  thousand 
■ilver  rubles  for  her.  These  posters  are  to  be  seen 
on  every  street-corner  throughout  the  Orient. 
All  at  once  I  received  the  tidings,  "  She  lives." 

Hardt 

Really! 

General. 
And  more:  just  imagine  my  insane  joy! — she  is 
to  be  mine  this  very  day. 

Hardy. 

Who? 

General. 

Why,  Fatinitza 

Hardy  (aside). 
Can  it  be  that  Vladimir  is  up  to  another  of  his 
mad  pranks? 

Genehal. 

Vuika,  the  Bulgarian  spy,  — the  brave  fellow  I  — 
has  discovered  her.  He  has  already  written  me 
several  letters, — this,  this,  and  tliis  here;  and 
ten  minutes  ago  I  received  tiiese  lines.  [Throws 
all  the  letters  but  one  on  to'a  table,  trembling  with  ex- 
citement.^ Just  imagine  my  unspeakable  joy!  He 
writes  —  he  writes  :  [attempts  to  read  the  letter]  Your 
Excellence  —  Your  Excellence  —  Your  —  [ Takes 
off  his  specs.'}  I  cannot  read:  the  letters  dance  be- 
fore my  eyes  for  very  joy!  [Gives  Hardy  the 
letter.} 

Hardy. 

Allow  me,  general.     Vuika  writes,  — 

LETTER  DUETT/NO. 

(Kantchukoff  accompanies  Hardy's  so}tg  with 
animated  gestures.) 

Hardy  {reading). 
'Tis  now  three  months  tliat  I  have  wandered, 

Fair  Fatinitza's  fiiglit  to  trace — 
In  Cairo,  Smyrna,  gold  I've  squandered, 

And  touclied  at  many  another  place. 
And  such  a  dog's  life,  lone  and  dreary, 

While  seeking  her,  did  1  endure  ; 
From  land  to  land  I  travelled  weary, 

At  last  1  found  her,  fast  and  sure. 

Gexekal. 
Oh,  Fatinitza! 
What  handling  rough  thou  didst  endure  I 

Hardy. 
And  when  Isaktscha  was  subjected. 

The  Harem,  whence  she  disappeared; 
They  sent  her  to  Stamboul,  dejected, 

And  sold  her  to  a  Cadi  feared. 

General. 
Was  sold  to  a  Cadi  whose  eyes  were  bleared  I 

Hardy. 
The  Cadi  failed,  and  off  he  scrambles — 

The  court  condemned  iiim  in  a  flash  ! 
They  led  her  to  the  market  shambles, 

And  left  her  thei  t  on  sale,  for  cash  ! 


General. 

Oh,  Fatinitza! 
How  much  grief  didst  thou  endure  I 

Hardy. 
The  old  Bashaw  of  Negroponto, 

Upon  her  threw  his  eyes  one  day; 
He  bought — not  on  his  own  account  though— 

And  shipped  her  off  to  Tunis'  Bey! 
The  Bey,  not  long  in  glad  possession, 

Of  indigestion  died,  they  say ; 
The  son,  who  followed  in  succession, 

To  his  Mushir  gave  her  away  1 

General. 
Oh,  Fatinitza!  how  much,  &c 

Hardy. 

At  raflRe  this  Mushir  did  set  her, 

And  AgM-Aga  drew  the  lot ; 
Next  day  ur  naught,  or  scarcely  better. 

He  swapped  her  to  a  Sheik  for  shot! 

General. 
Put  up  in  a  raffle's  too  hard  a  lot ! 

Hardy. 
'Twas  with  this  last  one  that  I  found  her, 

And  quickly  brought  her  here  again  ; 
'Tis  strange,  with  sucli  temptations  'round  her, 

She  pure  and  faithful  doth  remain! 

General. 
Oh,  Fatinitza! 
My  love  redoubles  in  my  breast! 

Hardy. 
His  love  redoubles  in  his  breast! 


Both. 


Oh,  Fatinitza !  &c. 


Hardy  (aside). 
I  hardly  know  what  to  say  to  this.     [Aloud^ 
According  to  this  description  Fatinitza  appears  to 
have  been  in  pretty  brisk  demand. 

General. 
But,  in  spite  of  all,  she  kept  her  troth,  and  with- 
stood  the  blandishments  of   all  Pashas,  Mushirs, 
and  ^luftis.     And  the  steamer  from  Coustautiuoplo 
is  due  to-day. 

Hardy  (aside). 
I  shall  await  the  next  development  with   curi- 
osity. 

General. 
And  so  I  marry  Lydia  to  the  Prince  SwertikoS 
to  get  her  out  of  my  way. 

Hardy  (aside). 
Aha! 

General. 

You     see,    two    women    in    the    house, — that 
wouldn't  work!     But  congratulate  me. 

Hardy. 
Certainly,  general.    I  tender  you  my  most  heart- 
felt sympathy,  — only  — 

General. 
Only?     Chorrtvasmi!     What  reason  is  there  foi 
an  only  ? 

Hardy. 

You  have  perhaps  for^tten  that  Fatinitza  has  a 
brother 


GRAND    TRIO    F.Y    FATINITZA,    LYDIA,    A.NU    JULIAN. 
(rATJKNT  APPLllii)    FOU.) 


FATINITZA. 


vt 


General. 
Had  a  brother,  —  I  know,  —  an  officer  who  fell  at 
Plevna. 

Hardy. 

(Jh,  no  1  he  lives,  and  made  a  hero  of  himself  at 
Shipka.     lie  came  with  the  troops  to-day. 

Genkral. 

Well ,  so  much  the  better.  lie  snail  come  to  the 
wedding,  and  witness  om*  happiness.  He  belongs 
to  the  family. 

Hardy  (aside). 

Every  thing  is  all  right  now!  lAloud}  May  I 
Bummou  him,  general? 

General. 
Yes,  as  soon  as  possible.     As  for  me,  I  will  as- 
cend to  the  palace-roof.     The  fresh  air  will  cool 
the    raging    cataract    of    my  excited    blood.      O 
Fatiuitzal  &c. 

Hardy  (hurries  to  halcon'i,  and  beckons  below). 
There  1  first  he — and  now  — 

[Lydia  enters  and  advances.'} 

Hardy. 
Ah,    princess,  you   are   already  here  I     And  he 
will  come  in  a  moment  1 

Lydia  (joijoushj), 
Vladimir? 

Hardy, 
If  yon  follow  my  directions,  he  shall  be  yours  this 
very  day. 

Lydia. 
Im]X)ssibleI     My  uncle  has  the  Grand  Duchess 
Imanovua  on  his  side. 

Hardy. 

And  in  ray  modest  self  you  have  the  Grand 
DuJe  of  the  Press  on  your  side.    Depend  upon  me! 

TRIO. 

Vladimir. 

To  this  loving  heart 
.  I  fold  theo  once  more. 

0  love!  again  tiiy  form  I  see: 
Naught  else  is  so  dear. 

Fate  no  longer  1  feai", 

Since  it  doth  thcc  restore: 

E'en  heaven  no  sweeter  bliss  can  show, 

No  greater  joy  bestow  1 

Lydia. 

1  fold  thee  once  more,  &c. 

Hardy. 

Now  hoart  and  love  and  smile: 

We'll  let  tliem  rest  a  while, 

And  some  attention  pay  the  uncle. 

Who's  not  far  away. 

Comes  he  to  take  iiis  share, 

It  would  my  plans  betray. 

Vladimir. 

Should  all  the  infernal  hosts  combine 
To  part  us,  her  I'd  not  resign  1 

Lydia. 
Ere  I  could  see  thee  turn  from  me, 
Dear  love,  I  fain  would  die  with  thee  I 


Hardt. 

She  fain  would  die  ? 
Then  die,  and  end  it. 
Haha,  haha! 

First  let's  agree  together 

That  this  is  right  warm  weather. 

So,  if  you  think  of  livmg, 

Some  heed  to  it  be  giving  ; 

Since  these  spasms  do  not  increase, 

But  at  the  altar's  foot  will  cease. 

Lydia. 

Two  short  moments  kindly  spare  me>'- 
Not  too  great  a  boon  is  this,  — 
In  biief  you  then  shall  hear  me 
TeU  him  all  my  heart  is  his  I 

Hardy. 

Two  short  minutes,  —  all  straight  I 
With  my  watch  in  hand  I'll  wait. 

Lydia. 
'Tis  well!  agreed!     Two  minutes,  and  no  main,  I 

need! 

When  in  the  sky  the  bright  stars  gleamed, 

I  thought  of  thee,  and  sleeping  dreamed  ; 

And  as  I  lay  I  seemed  to  hear  thy  breathing  clear, 

AVhen  horrors  dire  of  battle-strife 

I  saw  appear ; 

And  then  the  dream  to  fade  did  seem, 

And  I  my  beating  heart  could  hear  I 

Tictac,  tictac,  tic!  thus  on  it  went,-  — 
Tictac,  tictac,  tic,  with  firm  intent  I 
Ever  readily,  ever  steadily. 
Till  my  breast  was  bruised  and  rent. 

All  Three. 
Tictac,  tictac,  &c. 

Hardy. 

See,  the  time's  already  wasted; 
Let  us  now  some  wisdom  show. 
Thou  art  otherwise  invested; 
She  another's  bride  must  go  I 

Vladimir. 
Alas  !  speak :  is  this  truely  so? 

LVDI.A. 

Ah!  'tis  my  uncles's  will,  you  know. 

Hardy. 
Yes,  yes,  the  case  is  very  strange  I 
Forgetful  your  wits  are, 
That  you  are  Fatinitza. 
This  uncle  will  you  marry. 

Vladimir. 
Then  I'm  to  be  the  bride  ! 

Hardy. 
Of  course,  you  are  the  bride ! 

Lydia. 
His  bride  1 

Hardy. 
Why,  yes  ;  he  will  you  wed. 
Thou'lt  be  his  bride  !     Ha,  ha! 
Vladimir. 
I  wed  ? 

All  Three. 
Hahaha  !  ha,  ha,  ha ! 

Vladimir. 
Two  minutes  more  tlien  wilt  thou  spare  me? 
Not  too  much  to  ask  is  this; 
In  brief,  you  then  shall  hear  me 
Tell  her  what  my  heart's  state  Ir. 


88 


FATINITZA. 


riARDT. 

Well,  so  be  it:  all  right! 

But  be  punctual  to  your  wordl 

Vladimir. 

I  swear  to  you  by  cross  and  sword, 

Though  distance  did  us  part, 

1  was  witli  thee  niitul  and  heart 

'Mid  the  Hash  of  the  swords,  meeting  in  bold  hostile 

encounter 
VVlien  the  flash  of  the  triunpet-call  sounded  all  else 

above. 
Hurrah !  in  the  heart  of  the  fray, 
Girdled  by  blood,  rapine,  and  slaughter, 
I  beheld,  shining  elear  and  bright. 
The  fair  star  of  our  lov« 


And  whether  waves  of  battle-tide 
Came  by  turns  advancing  on, 
Or  backward  flowed  on  every  side, 
Still  my  thoughts  were  full  of  thee. 
A  voice  in  whisper  said  to  me, 

!March  forward  fearlessly  I 

Now  thy  valor  prove : 

That  standard-bearer  free 

Leading  thee  is  love ! 

Forward,  with  sword  in  hand! 

Smite  the  hostile  band! 

A  heart  indeed 

Shall  be  the  conqueror's  meedl 


March,  &c. 


AXL. 


^  a  tempo. 


MARCH  FORWARD  FEARLESSLY. 


4-^- 


:z=z:1z 


i^^S 


March    forward  fear-less  -  ly 
a  tevij 


Now  ihy  val-or  prove; 


That      standard-bear-er    free 


^^^l^^^l^^Ml^^^ 


4=4*i^{ 


.=li=l-|;^^:^ 


[Lydia  exit.     Vladimik  accompanies  Iter.'] 
IIakdy. 
Now,  Vladimir,  my  boy,  arm  yourself  with  all 
the  pride  of  your  manhood.     The  general  is  com- 
ing.    1  will  prompt  you  what  to  say. 
GiiNiiUAL  (^enters). 
Smoke!  smoke  1 


Hardy. 


^VTiere? 


Gkneral. 
The  steamer  which   brings   me   my  darling,     i 
hasten  to  meet  her.     [(7o//jr/,  sce-s- Vladimir.]     Ha' 
'tis  she  —  no,  he  —  she  in  the  mrtsculiiie,  —  Fatl- 
initzo! 


FATINITZA. 


39 


HAnDY  (introducing  him). 
Lieut,  "\nadiniir  Samoiloff! 

Vladimir  (salutes). 
Genera] ! 

General. 
General?    Oh,   p:et  out!  none  of    that  to  me! 
Brother-in-law!      Come    to    my    arms,    my  boy! 
"  ~  Mm    heartily.     To    Hardy]    Does    he 


IlAltDT. 


[Embraces 
Know  ? 

No. 

General. 
Then  do  not  swoon  with  joy,  youngster:   in   a 
ew  minutes  more  you  shall  see  her  again. 

Vladimir. 

Whom? 

General. 

Why,  Fatinitza,  —  your  sister! 

Vladimir. 
I  don't  believe  it!  I  don't  believe  it! 

Hardy  (in  undertone  to  Vladimir). 
You  had  better  believe  it ! 

General. 

You  shall  know  all !  Of  course  you  shall  be  my 
adjutant  with  the  rank  of  major. 

Vladimir. 

Major? 

General. 

Well,  then,  if  that  is  not  enough,  I'U  make  it 
colonel. 

Vladimir  (joyfully). 
Colonel!  colonel!     O  general! 

General. 

Say  no  more!  You  must  be  colonel  willy 
nilly!  Chorrt  vasmi!  Discipline  must  be  main- 
tained. And  you  must  live  here  with  us;  must 
never  leave  us. 

Vladimir. 

Oh,  what  happiness  1 

General. 

But  at  first  (ceremoniously),  colonel,  have  you 
parents? 

Vladimir. 
Alas,  I  am  an  orphan! 

General. 

So  you  are  head  of  the  family  I 


Yes. 


Vladimir. 


General. 
Then  I  have  the  honor  to  ask  you  fox  the  hand 
of  your  sister,  Fatinitica. 

Hardy  (undertone). 
Say  no;  say  she  is  engaged. 

Vladimir. 
She  is  engaged. 

General. 

Oh,  I'll  fix  that!     She  loves  me. 

Vladimir. 

Impossible  1 

General. 
Barbarian !     How  can  you  compel  your  Bister  to 
enter  into  a  repulsive  marriage  ? 


Hardt. 
But,  general,  that  is  the  way  you  servethe  prin- 
cess. 

General. 
That  is  quite  another  thing  :  I  am  her  imclo. 

Vladimir 
And  I  her  brother. 

General. 
Oh,  don't  be  obstinate,  colonel.    Come  I  you  con- 
sent.    Just  help  me  out  of   this.   Hardy.     Fati- 
nitza must  be  mine  at  any  price.     He  may  demand 
what  he  will  :  I  will  consent. 

Hardy  (in  undertone). 
Ask  for  Lydia  now. 

Vladimir. 
Dare  I  venture  ? 

General. 

Venture  all  you  want. 

Vladimir. 

You  will  be  angry. 

General. 

I  angry?  Do  I  look  like  a  man  who  would  get 
angry?  \_Wrathful.']  Chorrt u  !  and  when  1  say  at 
that,  that  I  shall  not  be  angry.    Out  with  it ! 

Vladimir. 
Well,  then,  1  love  the  Princess  Lydia  Imanovna, 
and  ask  for  her  hand. 

General  (enraged). 
Chorrt  vasmi !    Tive  brass  of  the  fellow!     A  mis- 
erable lieutenant  presumes  — 

Hardy. 
But  he  is  a  colonel. 

General. 
Not  yet.     {^Rushes  at  Vladimir  in  rage.']     And 
for  his  impertinence  he  shall  — 

Hardy. 

Look  out  I  you  are  getting  excited. 

General  (calmer). 
Oh,  no  I    You  see  I  am  cahn,  very  calm. 

Vladimir. 
Then  you  say  yes. 

General. 
No!   the  marriage  is  impossible.     My  niece  i« 
betrothed. 

Vladimir. 
So  is  Fatinitza. 

General. 
I  am  bound  by  my  word. 

Vladimir. 

I  too. 

Hardy. 

Then  how  would  it  be  if  both  gentlemen  should 
try  to  induce  the  respective  bridegiooms  to  with- 
draw? 

General. 

Very  well !     Then  kick  your  man  out  of  doors. 

Vladimir. 
You  do  the  same  with  yours. 

General. 
Yes  ;  that  is,  no.    I  will  find  another  way      My 
friend  Swertikoff  cannot  demand  that  Lydia  should 
sacrifice  heraelf  to  a  deaf  old  jackass  like  him. 


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FATINITZA. 


Vladimir. 
And  Capt.  Vasil  is  a  too  sensible  man  not  to  see 
that  if  Fatinitza  loves  you  — 

General. 
Yes,  she  does  love  me.     And  if  you  will  swear  — 

Vladimir. 
What,  general? 

General. 
That  I  shall  hs-re  your  sister  — 

Vladimir. 
If  you  can  find  her  —  yes  1 

General  (atide). 
I  have  her  at  baud. 

Hardt. 
And  if  Fatinitza  loves  you  — 

General. 
She  loves  me  madly. 

Vladimir. 
And  if  she  will  say  that  in  my  presence  — 

General. 
She  will!  she  willl 

Vladimir. 
'I'hen  I  will  break  off  her  engagement. 

General. 
And  1  that  of  my  niece  — at  once!     IRuru  U 
ioor,  and  calls]  Lydia  I 

XvDiA  enters  in  bridal  dress,  attended  by  the  four 
tvomen.} 


Hardy  (to  Vladimir). 
Make  use  of  the  favorable  opportunity.     I  will 
ward  off  the   recoil!     Have  you  still  the  engage- 
ment-ring which  the  general  placed  on  Fatinitza'B 
finger? 

Vladimir. 
Here  it  is.     f  Gives  it  to  him.'] 


Hardy. 

will   take  care 


of    the   rest 


General. 

Come  nearer,  my  child.    What  I  have  once  deter- 
mined stands  fast,  —  fast  as  iron.     No  contradic- 
tion !  you  shall  not  many  the  Prince  Swertikofil 
Lydia. 
Why  not,  uncle? 

General. 
The  fool  is  too  old   for  you.     You   will  please 
make  up  your  mind  at  once  to  marry  Colonel  Vladi- 
mir  Samoilolf,  who,  I   have  reason  to  believe,  is 
somewhat  yomiger. 

Hardy  (undertone  to  Lydia). 
Refuse. 

Lydia. 
Marry  him?     Why? 

General. 

No  why  nor  wherefore.  You  will  }.v«ase  to  love 
him  at  once,  and  make  him  happy.  Embrace 
your  betrothed!  (In  undertone  to  Hardy)  ihey 
must  be  married  before  Fatinitza  arrives! 

Steipann  (enters  R.). 
The  priest  and  the  guests ! 

{Priest  and  guests  enter.] 
General. 
Welcome!  Here  is  the  bride!  here  is  the  bride- 
groom! Here  you  have  my  blessing;  and  now — 
right-about  f ace  —  march !  — into  the  chapel  with 
you!  When  you  are  married,  then  1  will  introduce 
my  bnde  to  you.  (Aside)  No  doubt  of  it:  these 
tones  announce  the  arrival  of  the  fair  Fatinitza! 
[Goer  to  background  excitedly.  The  wedding  proces- 
tinn  forms.] 


Good  enough! 
[Exit  hurriedly.] 

General   (who  stands  on  the  balcony^  and  beckons 
down  below,  calls  bacf:) . 

What!    are  you  not  coupled  yet?      Forwards, 
double-quick  —  march  1 

[The  wedding  procession  marches  into  the  chapel.] 

FINALE. 

(General  K.,  Vuika,  Georgians,  Russians,  male 
attd  female  servants.  Afterwards  WXKU\.  At 
/flj^  Vladimir,  Lydia,  and  guests.  \m\^  centers 
with  chorus  J  behind  him  four  negro  boys  bearing 
a  palanquin,  which  they  hold  above  the  false  Fa- 
tinitza, who  is  splendidly  arrayed  and  closely 
veiled. 

Chorus. 

Praise  and  honors  high ! 
To  foreign  charms  we  sing ; 

Orders  thus  our  chief  commander! 
From  far  distant  shores,  a  Russ, 
She  has  come  to  us. 
Praises  sing,  and  sweet  flowers  bring; 
Orders  thus  our  chief  commander 
In  her  face  shines  every  grace. 
Says  the  chief  commander. 
Virgin  pure,  of  noble  race. 

Says  the  chief  commander; 
Bride,  fresh  and  fair  as  she, 
Or  maiden,  there  cannot  be— no! 
Brightly  her  sweet  smile  beamed, 

A  warrior's  heart  subduing.; 

Won  by  her  modest  mien, 

Her  smile  was  his  undoing! 

Fatinitza!     Fatinitza! 

To  thy  charms  we  praises  sing ; 

Honors  and  garlands  of  flowers  to  thee  we  bnng , 


Thus  orders  our  commander  I 

General  (approaches  the  stranger). 
At  last  I  shall  behold   thy  lovely  face  again. 
Unveil  her.     Chorrt  vasmi !     A  negress  I     Is  it  pos- 
sible vhat  you  have  grown  black  in  the  face  all  foi 
love  of  me  ?     Fatinitza!  is  it  you? 
Vuika. 
Her  name  is  Fatinitza,  sir:  it  is  she. 

Hardy  (enters). 

No!  it  Is  not  she  1  You  are  a  pack  of  miserable 
swindlers;  for  here— here  is  a  letter  from  the  gen- 
uine Fatinitza. 

General. 

A  letter?  Quick!  quick!  [Breaks  the ^eal  hastdt 
—  reads]  "Beloved,  when  you  receive  these  Imet 
1  shall  no  longer  be  among  the  living.  My  ardent 
lontrinff  for  you  has  brought  me  to  an  early  g-rave. 
I  commit  my  dear  brother  Vladimir  to  >our  ke.^p- 
ing.     I  enclose  my  engagement-rmg,  auU    regunl 


FATINITZA. 


myself  as  yoar  betrothed  on  the  other  side.    My 
last  breath   shall  be  the   sweet    name,   Timofey 
Kantchukoff.     Yours  truly,  Fatiuitza." 
General  (repeats  the  refrain). 
Fatinitza!  Fatinitza!  &c. 
By  thunder  1  I  am  deeply  moved.     "What  woman 
e  er  so  truly  loved  as  to  die  with  longinff  for  one 
she  missed? 

IIardt. 
But  one  [to  audience}  that  never  did  exist/    [At 
this  moment   Steipann  enters  with  the  four  women 
and  the  wedding  guests;  then  Vladimir  and  Lydia.] 
The  wedding  is  overl     Here  is  the  happy  pairl 
Vladimir  (to  Hardt). 
What  hare  you  done  with  Fatinitza? 


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ir-„  A  u      ^"^^  oT  ^'^  V'ladimir.) 

Killed  her  off.     She'll  never  bother  us  again. 

rru     ,  ,_     Vladimir  (to  Hardy). 
Ihank  heaven  1  we're  rid  of  her  at  last. 

Gexeral. 
Come  to  my  heart  1    Be  happy  I 

CLOSING  SONG. 
Lydia  &  Vladimir. 
Love's  holy  vow  unites  us  now  I 
March  forward,  fearlessly,  &c. 
Hardy.    Ta,  ta,  ra,  ta,  ra,  &c. 
Chorus.   A  faithful  heart,  a  prize  indeed  J 
Is  surely  now  the  victor's 
[End.] 


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